When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one
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I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk
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A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs
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Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
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I'd say "I'm pre-Med. here at UGA, live on Milledge Avenue.
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I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW."
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I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun.
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Stealin' kisses wishin' I was twenty one.
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When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
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Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for every beer
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Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
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Four A.M. on a school night, still hangin' out with my friends
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One hour's sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school
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Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too
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The teachers all would hassle me: "Stay awake, pay attention"
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I was catchin' hell, wishin' I was twenty one.
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The youngest one of all my friends, I didn't act my age
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Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades
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Now I look back and I have to smile, cause boy it was fun
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Bein' seventeen, wishin' I was twenty one
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Now I'm only twenty six, feelin' more like fourty three
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My hairline's disappearing, and I never get ID'd
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My clothes are out of fashion, no I'm not cool anymore
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In the bed by ten o'clock each night, and up at half-past four
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Still I go down to that college town when the Bulldogs play at home
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I drink keg beer from a trash can til the whole damn thing is gone
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Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
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And I just check 'em out, and say "Damn... I wish I was twenty one"
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Twenty-One
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| Corey Smith |
