| Lyrics: | Ain't Going Down ('Til the Sun Comes Up)
Garth Brooks
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 him 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."
Nine 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.
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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.
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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 they go again.
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From: "David Garnsey" |
