Girl I got you so high, and I know you like, So come and push it on me, if it feels alright, When you drop it low, and break me off, No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind. No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind

Thinking you could live without me Baby, I'm the one who put you up there Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there Feeling so high but too far away to hold me You know I'm the one who put you up there Name in the sky Does it ever get lonely? I don't know

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

Ah-oh-ah-oh-ah So high, so high Feeling drunk and high That we shoot across the sky That we shoot across the Oh, angel sent from up above Got me feeling drunk and high Now I’m feeling drunk and high

I wanna sing you a love song I wanna rock you in my arms all night long I wanna get to know you I wanna show you the peaceful feelin' of my home There's a wren in a willow wood Flies so high and sings so good And he brings to you what he sings to you And

I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what

Skin to skin, don't care where we've been You can take me there tonight We can let some sparks fly Feel the ride, take me high Yellow moon in your eyes Lost in your slow skirt, in the middle of nowhere Pull me in and kill the lights And kill the lights,

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

I'm so damn lonely Sloe gin, sloe gin Tryin' to wash away the pain inside Well, I'm sick and I'm all done in And ain't even high I hate to go home alone But what else is new And I'm standin' in the rain And I feel like I'm gonna cry