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
Real late 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 pickup 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
They're right on where they want to
be
And 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, your daughter's gone
And there they go again.
Excellent picking,
plucking & harmonica playing. Absolutely brilliant. The song reminds me of "Tombstone
Blues" by Bob Dylan, which was released on his sixth studio album Highway
61 Revisited, 1965.
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