('til the sun comes up)

Six o'clock on friday evening

Momma doesn' t know she's leaving

'til she hears the screen door slamming

Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming

Local country station just a blaring on the radio

Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo

Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning

"girl you 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 honkey tonk

But loud crowds and line dancing

Just ain't what they really want

Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek

And where it's george strait 'til real late

And dancing cheek to cheek.



(chorus)

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Ten 'til twelve is wine and dancing

Midnight starts the hard romancing

One o'clock that truck is rocking

Two is coming, still no stopping

Break to check the clock at three

They're right on where they want to be

Four o'clock get up and going

Five o'clock that rooster's crowing



*chorus*

Six o'clock on saturday

Her folks don't know he's on his way

The stalls are clean, the horses fed

They say she's 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

And there they go again



*chorus*








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