| Lyrics: | 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 her 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."
Ten 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 she goes again.
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