Up - Cole Swindell

Up

Cole Swindell

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Lyric

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 honkytonk 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 a 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 three beer buzz

You're up like the music

Pumping out of the cab of my truck

Up where the city lights

Can't help but get, get outshines

But 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

And 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

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

I don't wanna come down

- It's already the end -