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When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one |
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I'd hang around on |
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Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk |
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A baseball cap and a fake |
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ID would get me in the clubs |
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Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who |
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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." |
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I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun. |
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Stealin' kisses wishin' |
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I was twenty one. |
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When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear |
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Upstairs at |
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Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for every beer |
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Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin |
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Four A.M. on a school night, still hangin' out with my friends |
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One hour's sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school |
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Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too |
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The teachers all would hassle me: "Stay awake, pay attention" |
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I was catchin' hell, wishin' |
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I was twenty one. |
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The youngest one of all my friends, |
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I didn't act my age |
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Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades |
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Now I look back and |
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I have to smile, cause boy it was fun |
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Bein' seventeen, wishin' |
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I was twenty one |
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Now I'm only twenty six, feelin' more like fourty three |
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My hairline's disappearing, and |
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I never get |
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ID'd My clothes are out of fashion, no |
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I'm not cool anymore |
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In the bed by ten o'clock each night, and up at half-past four |
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Still I go down to that college town when the |
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Bulldogs play at home |
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I drink keg beer from a trash can til the whole damn thing is gone |
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Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young |
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And I just check 'em out, and say "Damn... I wish I was twenty one" |
