Corey Smith

If I Coul 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 
we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers 
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 

Got a room at the Beach Club Inn, it was a dump but we didn't care 
Between the cruisin and the beach and the clubs we were hardly ever there 
We'd get drunk and raise some hell and I play my guitar in the sand 
Everyone would come and sing along and the pretty girls would dance 
The Florida shore it really put a spell on me 
Turned a quiet Sunday school boy into the life of the party 

If I could do it again you know I'd do it the same 
I'd 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 
Oh I'd break all the rules, just like I used to do 
If I could do it again yea 

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 

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 yea 

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 to pay him back 
Take bong hits and laugh like hell, flick 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 clubs, hookin up whenever i could 
Oh, oh, ohhh, i'd wkae up coered in sand, with that bottle in my hand 
Ohhhhh, i'd break all the rules, just like i use to do 
If i could do it again, how bout you 
If i could do it again, do it again 
Best friends in a pick-up truck, we were Panama City bound