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Twenty-One
by Corey Smith
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When I was only 17 couldn't wait for twenty one
I'd hang around on Clayton St in the bars there getting drunk
A baseball cap and a fake I'd would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
Well, I'm premed here at UGA
Live on Millage Avenue
I was raised over in Buckhead
I drive a BMW
I was breaking hearts
And taking names and numbers just for fun
Stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one
Well Thursdays came
And pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern
We'd pay a nickel for the beer
Shooting pool, smoking cigarettes
With a dizzy head and a grin
4 A.M. on a school night
Still hanging out with my friends
One hour sleep on a dirty coach
No shower off to school
Smelling just like a brewery
With a bad hangover too
The teachers all would hassle me
"Stay awake Pay Attention"
I was catching hell wishing I was twenty one
The youngest one of all my friends
I didn't act my age
Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades
Now I look back and have to smile
Cause boy it was fun
Being seventeen wishing I was twenty one
Now I'm only twenty six
Feeling more like forty three
My hair lines disappearing
And I never get IDed
My clothes are out of fashion
No I'm not cool anymore
In the bed by ten o clock each night
And up at half past four
Still I go down
To that college town
When the Bulldogs play at home
I drink keg beer from a trash can
'Till the whole damn thing is gone
Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
I just check them out and say "Damn
I wish I was twenty one"
When I was only 17 couldn't wait for twenty one
I'd hang around on Clayton St in the bars there getting drunk
A baseball cap and a fake I'd would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
Well, I'm premed here at UGA
Live on Millage Avenue
I was raised over in Buckhead
I drive a BMW
I was breaking hearts
And taking names and numbers just for fun
Stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one
Well Thursdays came
And pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern
We'd pay a nickel for the beer
Shooting pool, smoking cigarettes
With a dizzy head and a grin
4 A.M. on a school night
Still hanging out with my friends
One hour sleep on a dirty coach
No shower off to school
Smelling just like a brewery
With a bad hangover too
The teachers all would hassle me
"Stay awake Pay Attention"
I was catching hell wishing I was twenty one
The youngest one of all my friends
I didn't act my age
Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades
Now I look back and have to smile
Cause boy it was fun
Being seventeen wishing I was twenty one
Now I'm only twenty six
Feeling more like forty three
My hair lines disappearing
And I never get IDed
My clothes are out of fashion
No I'm not cool anymore
In the bed by ten o clock each night
And up at half past four
Still I go down
To that college town
When the Bulldogs play at home
I drink keg beer from a trash can
'Till the whole damn thing is gone
Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
I just check them out and say "Damn
I wish I was twenty one"