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 squealing, gears a-jamming

Local country station just a-blaring on the radio

Pick him up at seven, and they're heading to the rodeo

Momma's on the front porch

Screaming 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 honky tonky

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

Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up

Ain't giving in 'til they get enough

Going 'round the world in a pick-up truck

Ain't going 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 wanna be

Four o'clock get up and going

Five o'clock that rooster's crowing

Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up

Ain't giving in 'til they get enough

Going 'round the world in a pick-up truck

Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up

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

But here he comes around the bend

Slowing down. She's jumping in

Hey, mom, your daughter's gone!

And there they go again

Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up

Ain't giving in 'til they get enough

Going 'round the world in a pick-up truck

Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up