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Best friends in a pick-up truck, we were Panama City bound,
eight hours in the back, wind blowing with the sun beating down.
Making plans to raise some hell, celebrating 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.
I'd pass out on the beach drinking Golden Grain
and I'd wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand,
then I'd go for a swim and start drinking again.
I'd break all the rules just like 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 a 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.

If I could do it again, you know I'd do it the same,
with the one-night stands and the drinking games.
You know I'd check out the girls at the clubs, hooking 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.
I'd take bong hits and laugh like hell, flick 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, hooking up whenever I could.
I'd wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand.
I'd break all the rules just like I used to do.
If I could do it again. How 'bout you?

Do it again.
Do it again.

Best friends in a pick-up truck, we're Panama City bound.

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