Текст Garth Brooks – Ain’t Going Down (‘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.

Ain’t going down ’til the sun comes up.
Ain’t givin’ in ’til they get enough.
Going ’round the world in a pick-up truck.
Ain’t goin’ down ’til the sun comes up.

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.

Ain’t going down ’til the sun comes up.
Ain’t givin’ in ’til they get enough.
Going ’round the world in a pick-up truck.
Ain’t goin’ down ’til the sun comes up.

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.

But here he comes around the bend,
Slowing down. She’s jumping in.
Hey, mom, you’re daughter’s gone!
And there they go again.

Ain’t going down ’til the sun comes up.
Ain’t givin’ in ’til they get enough.
Going ’round the world in a pick-up truck.
Ain’t goin’ down ’til the sun comes up.