Corey Smith Twenty-One Lyrics

When I was only 17, couldn't wait for 21.
I'd hang around on Clayton Street
in the bars there gettin' drunk .
A baseball cap and a fake id would get me in the clubs.
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was.
I'd say, "I'm pre-med here at UGA, live on Milledge Avenue.
I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW"
I was breakin' hearts and taking names and numbers just for fun.
Stealin' kisses wishin' I was 21.

Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear.
Upstairs at Lowery's Tavern we'd pay a nickel for the beer
Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin.
4 a.m. on school night, still hangin' out with my friends.
One hour sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school.
Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too.
The teachers all would hassle me, "stay awake, pay attention!"
I was catchin' hell wishin' I was 21.

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 I have to smile cause boy it was fun,
bein' 17 wishin' I was 21.

Now I'm only 26, feelin' more like 43,
my hairline's disappearing and I never get id'd.
My clothes are out of fashion, no I'm not cool anymore.
In the bed by 10 o'clock each night and up at half past 4.
Still I go down to that college town when the Bulldogs play at home,
I drink keg beer from a trash can 'til the whole d___ thing is gone,
then I look at all those college girls, so innocent and young,
and I just check 'em out and say "d___! I wish I was 21"