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