Up

Written by：Brad Tursi/Terry McBride/Michael Carter

You're up on your high heels high heels high heels

You're up on the bar

You're up on a level level 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 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 tailgate

You're up on a three beer buzz

You're up like the music 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

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 on a high

Like I'm walking on clouds

Baby tonight

I don't wanna come down

I don't wanna come down

Whooa

Whooa

Whooa

I don't wanna come down