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ABest friends in a Epickup truck, we were F#mPanama DCity Abound AEight hours in the Eback, wind blowin with the F#msun beatin Ddown AMakin plans to Eraise some hell, F#mcelebratin Dour senior Ayear I had a Atrash bag Efull of clothes and a F#msuitcase full of Dbeer EWe got pulled over by the DAlabama state patrol But they Enever found the booze, so they Dhad to let us go AIf I could Edo it aDgain, you know Id dEo it the sDame
(A E F#m D Repeated) 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 Chorus 1:
AIf I could do it aEgain you know Id do it the sDame Id pDass out on the beach drinkin Golden Grain AId wake up covered inE sand with that bottle in myD hand Then Id gDo for a swim and start drinkin again Oh F#mId break aEll the rAules, jF#must like I uEsed to dDo DIf I could do it again, yeah
(A E F#m D Repeated) 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 Chorus 2:
AIf I could do it Eagain, you know Id do it thDe same DWith the one night stands and the drinkin games AYou know IdE check Dout the girls at tEhe clubs, Dhookin up whenever I could DSex on a beach never tasted as good F#mId break mEy first Aloves hF#meart, forgetE to hideD the fingernail marks DIf I could do it again, yeah
(A E F#m D Repeated) 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 Chorus 3:
AYou know Id check ouEt the girls at the clubs, hookinD up whenever I could AId wake up EcoveredD in sand with thatE bottle inD my hand F#mOh Id breaEk all thAe rulesF#m, just like EI used tDo do DIf I could do it again, How bout youyeah