Garth Brooks
C, D, Dm, G, Gm
Six o'clock on Friday evening, Mama doesn't know she's leaving
'Tis she hears the screams of slammin', rubber-speedin', gears a-jammin'
Local paper station just a-blowin' on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Mama's on the front porch screamin' out a warnin'
"Girl, you better get your red head back and get the ball bemoanin'"
Nine o'clock, the show is in, but the fun is just beginnin'
She knows he's anticipatin', but she's gonna keep him waitin'
Grab a bite to eat and then they're headin' to the hall
He talkin' loud, crowds in line dancin'
Just ain't what they're living on
Drive out through the boondocks
And park down by the creek
Hey, where it's short, straight, or be late
Thought you'd say the same
Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
Ain't getting in 'til they get enough
More around the world than a pick-up truck
Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
In the '12s, whining, dancing
Midnight starts, hard romancing
One o'clock, that truck is rocking
Two is coming, still no stopping
break the check the clock it'd be there right on where they want to be in four
o'clock get up you're going five o'clock every
school
yeah
yeah they ain't going down
'til the sun comes up
they ain't giving in 'til they get enough
going around the world
in a pickup truck
oh
they ain't going 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 horse is fed, they say, she's grounded too, she's dead, well here he comes around the bend,
slowing down, she's jumping in, and my dear daughter's gone, and there he goes again!