Garth Brooks - Ain’t Goin’ Down (‘Til The Sun Comes Up)

Six o'clock on Friday evening, Mama doesn't know she's leaving. Tis she hears the screams are slamming, Rubber squealing, gears are 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. Nine o'clock, the show is in, 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 related. That's a cheeky cheek. 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. Ain't going down till the sun comes up. Ten to twelve is whining, dancing. Midnight starts a 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. 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. Ain't going down till the sun comes up. 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's grounded till she's dead. Well, here he comes around the bend. Slowing down, she's jumping in. Headlock, your daughter's gone and there they go again. 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. Ain't going down till the sun comes up.