Karaoké If I Could Do It Again Corey Smith

Just get a, a drink

That'd be funny huh

Yeah 'cos that's what this song is about

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 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

We 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'd play my guitar in the sand

And everyone would come 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 yeah

If I could do it again you know I'd do it the same

I'd pass out on the beach drinkin' Golden Grain and 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 of the rules just like I used to do if I could do it again yeah

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

Yeah we kissed but I didn't tell no

I had to keep it hush on the down low

I had a 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 aw

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 oh

I'd break my first love's heart

Forget to hide the fingernail marks

If I could do it again yeah

Oh 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 clubs

Hookin' up whenever I could

Oh oh oh oh I'd

Wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand

Oh oh oh oh

I'd break all of the rules just like I used to do

If I could do it again how 'bout you

If I could do it again

Do it again

Best friends in a pickup truck

We were

Panama City bound