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Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound
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Eight hours in the back, wind blowin with the sun beatin down
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Makin plans to raise some hell, celebratin our senior year
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I had a trash bag full of clothes and a suitcase full of beer
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We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol
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But they never found the booze, so they had to let us go
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If I could do it again, you know Id do it the same
Got a room at the Beach Club Inn, it was a dump but we didnt care
Between the cruisin and the beach and the clubs we were hardly ever there
Wed get drunk and raise some hell and Id 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
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If I could do it again you know Id do it the same
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Id pass out on the beach drinkin Golden Grain
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Id wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand
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Then Id go for a swim and start drinkin again
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Oh Id break all the rules, just like I used to do
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If I could do it again, yeah
I met a girl from Tennessee, no I dont remember her name
But I can still see her top pulled down and that belly button ring
We kissed but I didnt tell, no, I had to keep it hush on the down low
I had girlfriend back at home and she didnt 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
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If I could do it again, you know Id do it the same
With the one night stands and the drinkin games
You know Id check out the girls at the clubs, hookin up whenever I could
Sex on a beach never tasted as good
Id break my first loves heart, forget to hide the fingernail marks
If I could do it again, yeah
Id 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 Id do it the same, not one regret I wouldnt change a thing
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You know Id check out the girls at the clubs, hookin up whenever I could
Id wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand
Oh Id break all the rules, just like I used to do
If I could do it again, How bout youyeah
Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound
Written by Corey Smith