GARTH BROOKSAin't Going Down ('Til The Sun Comes Up) Lyrics
Six o'clock on Friday evening, Mama doesn't know she's leaving
'Till she hears the screen door slamming, rubber squealing gears are jamming.
Local country station just a blaring on the radio.
Pick her up at seven and they're headed to the rodeo.
Mama's on the front porch screaming out her warning:
"Girl you'd better get your red head back in bed before the morning."
Ten 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-tonk,
But loud crowds and line dancing just ain't what they really want.
Drive out to the boondocks, park down by the creek
Where it's George Strait real late and dancing cheek to cheek.
Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up,
Ain't giving in 'til they get enough.
Go around the world in a pickup truck.
Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up.
Ten to twelve is wine and dancing, midnight starts the hard romancing.
One o'clock the truck is rocking, two is coming still no stopping.
Break and check the clock at three, they right on where they want to be.
At four o'clock get up to go, at five o'clock that rooster's crowing.
Six o'clock on Saturday, her folks don't know he's on his way.
The stalls are clean, the horse is fed.
They say she 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: there she goes again.
Songwriter(s): Kent Evan Blazy, Kim Williams
Copyright: Universal Music - Careers, Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing
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