Twenty-One

When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one
 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 takin' names and numbers just for fun.
 Stealin' kisses wishin' I was twenty one.
 When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
 Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for every beer
 Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
 Four A.M. on a school night, still hangin' out with my friends
 One hour's 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 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 I have to smile, cause boy it was fun
 Bein' seventeen, wishin' I was twenty one
 Now I'm only twenty six, feelin' more like fourty three
 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 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 til the whole damn thing is gone
 Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
 And I just check 'em out, and say "Damn... I wish I was twenty one"