(til the sun comes up)
Six oclock on friday evening
Momma doesn t know shes 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 theyre headin to the rodeo
Mommas on the front porch screamin out her warning
Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning.

Nine oclock the show is ending
But the fun is just beginning
She knows hes anticipating
But shes gonna keep him waiting
Grab a bite to eat
And then theyre heading to the honkey tonk
But loud crowds and line dancing
Just aint what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where its george strait til real late
And dancing cheek to cheek.

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

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

*chorus*
Six oclock on saturday
Her folks dont know hes on his way
The stalls are clean, the horses fed
They say shes grounded til shes dead
Well here he comes around the bend
Slowing down, shes jumping in
Hey mom, youre daughters gone
And there they go again

*chorus*