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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