If I Could Do It Again - Corey Smith

Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound

Eight hours in the back, wind blowin' with the sun beatin' down

Makin' plans to raise some hell, celebratin' our senior year

I had a trash bag full of clothes and a suitcase full of beer

We got pulled over by the Alabama State Patrol

But they never found the booze, so they had to let us go

If I could do it again, you know I’d do it the same

Pass out on the beach drinkin' Golden Grain

I’d wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand

Then I’d go for a swim and start drinkin' again

I’d break all of the rules just liked I used to do

If I could do it again, yeah

Do it again

I met a girl from Tennessee, no I don’t remember her name

But I can still see her top pulled down and that belly button ring

We kissed but I didn’t tell, no, I had to keep it hush on the down low

I had girlfriend back at home and she didn’t need to know

Sure I felt a little guilty as we dusted off our clothes

But she was wild and she was fine Lord, worth every lie I told

Aww yeah

If I could do it again, you know I’d do it the same

With the one night stands and the drinkin' games

You know I’d check out the girls at the clubs, hookin' up whenever I could

Sex on a beach never tasted as good

I’d break my first love’s heart, forget to hide the fingernail marks

If I could do it again

I’d get sunburned on a new tattoo, lose my favorite jeans and my tennis shoes

Get kicked out of my hotel room and sleep in the truck for a night or two

Blow all my money, have to call my dad and work two months just to pay him back

Take bong hits and laugh like hell, flip the police off and get hauled to jail

If I could do it again I’d do it the same, not one regret I wouldn’t change a

thing

I’d check out the girls at the club, hookin' up whenever I could

I’d wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand

Aww yeah

I’d break all of the rules just liked I used to do

If I could do it again, how 'bout you

I’d like to do it again, Lord

If I could do it again, how 'bout you

I’d like to do it again, Lord

Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound