Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If I Could Do It Again , by - Corey Smith. Release date: 21.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
If I Could Do It Again |
| 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 beer |
| 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 |
| Pass out on the beach drinkin' Golden Grain |
| I’d wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand |
| Then I’d go for a swim and start drinkin' again |
| I’d break all of the rules just liked I used to do |
| If I could do it again, yeah |
| Do it again |
| 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 |
| We kissed but I didn’t tell, no, I had to keep it hush on the down low |
| I had 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 |
| Aww yeah |
| 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 |
| I’d break my first love’s heart, forget to hide the fingernail marks |
| If I could do it again |
| 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 club, hookin' up whenever I could |
| I’d wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand |
| Aww yeah |
| I’d break all of the rules just liked I used to do |
| If I could do it again, how 'bout you |
| I’d like to do it again, Lord |
| If I could do it again, how 'bout you |
| I’d like to do it again, Lord |
| Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound |