Six o’ clock on Fri day eve ning, Ma ma does n’t know she’s leav ing ’til she hears the screen door slam ming, rub ber squeal ing, gears a jam ming, (C)lo cal Coun try sta tion just a blar ing on the ra di o.

but (G)Pick him up at sev en and they’re head ing to the ro de o.

(D)Ma ma’s on the front porch, scream ing out a warn ing: “Girl, you’d (G)bet ter get your red head and back in bed be fore the morn ing.”

Nine o’ clock, the show is end ing but the fun is just be gin ning.

She knows he’s an tic i pat ing, but she’s gon na keep him wait ing.

(C)First, a bite to eat and then they’re head ing to the hon ky tonk, but (G)loud him crowds and line en danc ing just ain’t what they real ly want.

(D)Drive out to the boon docks and park down by the creek, where it’s (G)George ter Strait ’til real late and danc ing cheek to cheek.

the morn ing.”

They (C)ain’t go ing down ’til the sun comes up, ain’t giv ing in ’til they get e nough.

(C)Go ing ’round the world in a pick up truck.

(G)Ain’t (CN.C.)go ing down ’til the sun comes up.

(G)Ten ’til twelve is wine and danc ing.

Mid night starts the hard ro manc ing.

(C)One o’ clock that truck is rock ing.

(G)Two is com ing, still no stop ping.

(D)Break to check the clock at three.

They’re right at where they wan ta be and (G)four o’ clock get up and go ing.

Five o’ clock that roost er’s crow ing.

Hey.

Yeah, they (C)ain’t go ing down ’til the sun comes up, ain’t giv ing in ’til they get e nough.

(C)Go ing ’round the world in a pick up truck.

(G)Ain’t (CN.C.)go ing down ’til the sun comes up.

(G)Six o’ clock on Sat ur day, her folks don’t know he’s on his way.

The (C)stalls are clean, the hors es fed.

They (G)say she’s ground ed ’til she’s dead.

Well, (D)here he comes a round the bend, They’re slow ing down.

She’s jump ing in.

and (G)Hey, o’ Mom, your daugh ter’s gone and there they go a gain.

Hey.

crow ing.

Hey.

Yeah, they

They sun comes up.

Yeah.