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Best friends in a pickup truck, we were |
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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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We had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers |
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We got pulled over by the |
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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 |
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I'd do it the same |
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Got a room at the |
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Beach Club |
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Inn, it was a dump but we didn't care |
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Between the cruisin and the beach and the clubs we were hardly ever there |
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We'd get drunk and raise some hell and |
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I play my guitar in the sand |
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Everyone would come and sing along and the pretty girls would dance |
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The Florida shore it really put a spell on me |
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Turned a quiet |
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Sunday school boy into the life of the party |
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If I could do it again you know |
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I'd do it the same |
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I'd pass out on the beach drinkin |
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Golden Grain |
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I'd wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand |
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Then I'd go for a swim and start drinkin again |
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Oh I'd break all the rules, just like |
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I used to do |
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If I could do it again yea |
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I met a girl from |
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Tennessee, no |
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I don't remember her name |
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But I can still see her top pulled down and that belly button ring |
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We kissed but |
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I didn't tell no, |
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I had to keep it hush on the down low |
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I had girlfriend back at home and she didn't need to know |
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Sure I felt a little guilty as we dusted off our clothes |
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But she was wild and she was fine |
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Lord, worth every lie |
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I told If |
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I could do it again, you know |
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I'd do it the same |
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With the one night stands and the drinkin games |
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You know I'd check out the girls at the clubs, hookin up whenever |
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I could Sex on a beach never tasted as good |
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I'd break my first love's heart, forget to hide the fingernail marks |
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If I could do it again yea |
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I'd get sunburned on a new tattoo, lose my favorite jeans and my tennis shoes |
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Get kicked out of my hotel room and sleep in the truck for a night or two |
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Blow all my money, have to call my dad and work two months to pay him back |
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Take bong hits and laugh like hell, flick the police off and get hauled to jail |
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If I could do it again |
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I'd do it the same, not one regret |
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I wouldn't change a thing |
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I'd check out the girls at the clubs, hookin up whenever |
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I could Oh, oh, ohhh, |
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I'd wkae up coered in sand, with that bottle in my hand |
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Ohhhhh, I'd break all the rules, just like |
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I use to do |
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If I could do it again, how bout you |
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If I could do it again, do it again |
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Best friends in a pick-up truck, we were |
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Panama City bound |
