Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn' t know
She's leaving
'Til she hears the
Sreen 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

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

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

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

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

Writer : KENT BLAZY, GARTH BROOKS, KIM WILLIAMS
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS