Karaoké Twenty-One Corey Smith
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When I was only seventeen
I couldn't wait for twenty-one
I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk
A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
I'd say I'm pre-Med. here at UGA
Live on Milledge Avenue
I was raised over in Buckhead
I drive a BMW
I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun
Stealin' kisses
Wishin' I was twenty-one
Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern we'd pay a nickel for the beer
Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
At four A.M. on a school night still hangin' out with my friends
One hour's sleep on a dirty couch
No shower, off to school
Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too
The teachers all would hassle me
Stay awake, pay attention
I was catchin' hell
Wishin' I was twenty-one
The youngest one of all my friends
I didn't act my age
Too cool for the football games and the homecomin' parades
Now I'm somewhere in the grey of middle class and middle age
The man in the mirror looks more like my father every day
My clothes are out of fashion
My hair is gettin' thin
And my favorite conversation starts with I remember when
Still we go down to that college town
Dancin' at the Eighties bar
We drink until we feel a whole lot cooler than we are
Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
And I just check 'em out and say Damn
I wish I was twenty-one
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Rendu célèbre par Corey Smith
Auteur-Compositeur : Corey Thomas Smith
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Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Twenty-One rendu célèbre par Corey Smith