"Ain't Goin' Down ('Til The Sun Comes Up)" by Garth Brooks

Six o'clock on Friday evening, Mama doesn't know she's leaving Till she hears the screams of slamming, rubber squealing, gears a-jamming Local country station, just a blaring on her radio Pick him up at seven, then they're heading to the rodeo Mama's on the front board, screaming out her warning Girl, you better get your red head back in bed before the morning The clock's sure 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 in line, dancing just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek Yeah, where it's George Strait, a real ace, and that's a cheeky cheek Can't go on down till the sun comes up Ain't giving in till they get enough Go around the world in a pick-up truck Can't go on down till the sun comes up Ten to twelve is wine and dancing Midnight starts a hard romance And 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 And four o'clock, get out the door And five o'clock, that rooster's crowing Yeah, they ain't going down till the sun comes up Ain't giving in till they get enough Go around the world in a pick-up truck Can't go on down till the sun comes up Six o'clock on Saturday Her folks will know he's on his way The stalls are clean, the horse is fed They say she's grounded till she's dead Well, here he comes around the bend Slowing down, she's jumping in Hey, rock your daughters, come on, baby, come on Can't go on till the sun comes up Ain't giving in till they get enough Go around the world in a pick-up truck Ain't going down till the sun comes up