Lyric Ain t Going Down

( Til the Sun Comes Up)
Six o clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn t know she s leaving
Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin , gears a-jamming
Local country station just a blaring on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they re headin to the rodeo
Momma s on the front porch screamin out her warning
"Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning."

Nine o clock the show is ending
But the fun is just beginning
She knows he s anticipating
But she s gonna keep him waiting
Grab a bite to eat
And then they re heading to the honkey tonk
But loud crowds and line dancing
Just ain t what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it s George Strait til real late
And dancing cheek to cheek.

(chorus)
Ain t going down til the sun comes up
Ain t givin in til they get enough
Going round the world in a pickup truck
Ain t goin down til the sun comes up

Ten til twelve is wine and dancing
Midnight starts the hard romancing
One o clock that truck is rocking
Two is coming, still no stopping
Break to check the clock at three
They re right on where they want to be
Four o clock get up and going
Five o clock that rooster s crowing

*chorus*
Six o clock on Saturday
Her folks don t know he s on his way
The stalls are clean, the horses fed
They say she s grounded til she s dead
Well here he comes around the bend
Slowing down, she s jumping in
Hey mom, you re daughter s gone
And there they go again

*chorus*