One Upper Songtext
von Tucker Beathard

There was one open stool at the bar
So I sat down right next to him
Some duded-up dude in a suit and tie
He was two sheets to the wind

What started off small talk kept gettin′ bigger
Kinda like his puffed out chest
Every time I'd say somethin′
He'd say somethin' to outdo what I said

He had a faster fast car
Smoked a finer cigar
Only drank top shelf
While he got a little louder
Went on a little prouder
I was thinkin′ to myself

I got somethin′ money can't buy
My baby, she′s right on the money
The cream of the crop, tip-top of the top
The bee's knees with a kiss like honey


Any hot shot, do me one better
Try to do me one better, best hang it up
As long as I got your lovin′, I got somethin'
A one-upper can′t one up

I said, "Yeah, I fish a little and a matter of fact
The other day I caught me a big 'un"
And before I could say what mine weighed
He was braggin' bass tournament winnin′

As if he didn′t know, he looked down at my boots
And asked if they were made of real leather
Just as I was about to lose my cool
Thought of you and, girl, I kept it together

'Cause I got somethin′ money can't buy
My baby, she′s right on the money
The cream of the crop, tip-top of the top
The bee's knees with a kiss like honey

Any hot shot, do me one better
Try to do me one better best hang it up
As long as I got your lovin′, I got somethin'
A one-upper can't one up


I got somethin′ that money can′t buy
My baby, she's right on the money
The cream of the crop, tip-top of the top
The bee′s knees with a kiss like honey

Any hot shot, do me one better
Try to do me one better best hang it up
As long as I got your lovin, I got somethin'
A one-upper can′t one up

A one-upper can't one up