swindell, cole
up
you're up on your high heels you're up on the bar you're up on a level up there with the shooting stars dancing around the drinks with honkey tonk angel wings making the party sing yeah that's my baby it ain't even midnight yet there's a whole lot of neon left looks like we're gonna get all kinds of crazy we'll be up like the sun in the new jersey sky up like the wheels on a bahama flight twisting that bottle tipping that cup girl the way you rock me you know that you got me up you're up on the tailgate you're up on a 3 beer buzz you're up like the music pumping out of the cab of my truck up where the city lights came can't but get get outshines by the blue jeans and brown eyes i pull in closer yeah this night's far from over with still up like the sun in the new jersey sky up like the wheels on a bahama flight twisting that bottle tipping that cup girl the way you rock me you know that you got me up on a high like i'm walking on clouds baby tonight i don't wanna come down you'll be up like the sun in the new jersey sky up like the wheels on a bahama flight twisting that bottle tipping that cup girl the way you rock me you know that you got me up on a high like i'm walking on clouds baby tonight i don't wanna come down i don't wanna come down