WHEN I WAS ONLY
SEVENTEEN
I 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 I.D.
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 U.G.A.
LIVE ON
MILLEDGE AVENUE
I WAS RAISED
OVER IN BUCKHEAD
I DRIVE A B.M.W.
I WAS BREAKIN' HEARTS
AND TAKIN' NAMES
AND NUMBERS
JUST FOR FUN
STEALIN' KISSES
WISHIN' I WAS
TWENTY-ONE
THURSDAYS CAME
AND THE POCKET CHANGE
WOULD QUICKLY
DISAPPEAR
UPSTAIRS AT
LOWREY'S TAVERN
WE'D PAY A NICKEL
FOR THE BEER
SHOOTIN' POOL
SMOKIN' CIGARETTES
WITH A DIZZY HEAD
AND A GRIN
AT FOUR A.M.
ON A SCHOOL NIGHT
STILL HANGIN' OUT
WITH MY FRIENDS
ONE HOURS 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 HOMECOMIN'
PARADES
NOW I'M SOMEWHERE
IN THE GRAY OF
MIDDLE CLASS AND
MIDDLE AGE
THE MAN IN THE MIRROR
LOOKS MORE LIKE
MY FATHER EVERY DAY
MY CLOTHES ARE
OUT OF FASHION
MY HAIR IS
GETTIN' THIN
AND MY FAVORITE
CONVERSATION STARTS
WITH I REMEMBER WHEN
STILL WE GO DOWN
TO THAT COLLEGE TOWN
DANCIN' AT THE
EIGHTIES BAR
WE DRINK UNTIL
WE FEEL A WHOLE LOT
COOLER THAN WE ARE
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