Corey Smith – Twenty-One (Guitar)

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When I was only seventeen, I couldn't wait for twenty one

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I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk

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A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs

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Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was

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I'd say "I'm pre-Law. here at U of A, live at Presidential Two.

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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' I was twenty one.

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When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear

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Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for the 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' I was twenty one.

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The youngest one of all my friends, 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 I have to smile, cause boy it was fun

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Bein' seventeen, wishin' I was twenty one

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Now I'm only twenty six, feelin' more like forty three

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My hairline's disappearing, and I never get ID'd

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My clothes are out of fashion, no 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 Crimson Tide plays at home

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I drink keg beer from a trash can 'till 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"