(Till the sun comes up) As recorded by Garth brooks It's hard to catch words as it's so fast, this is my version With chords, may not have them all. Six oclock on Friday evening Mama doesn"t know she"s leaving Till she hears the screen door slamming Rubber squealing gears a jamming Local country station just blaring on the radio Pick him up a seven and they're heading for the rodeo Mama's on the front porch screaming out a warning Girl you better get your red head back in bed before morning Chorus Well ain't going down till the sun comes up Ain't giving up till we get enough Go around the world in my pickup truck Ain't going down till the sun comes up Nine oclock the show is ending but the fun is just beginning She know he's anticipating but she's gonna keep him waiting First a bite to eat then they're heading for the honky tonk But loud crowds and line dancing ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek where it's George Strait till real late and dancing cheek to cheek (Chorus) Ten till twelve is wine and dancing Midnight starts the hard romancing One oclock the truck is rocking two is coming still no stopping Break to check the clock at three they're right where they wanta be Four oclock Get up and going Five oclock the rooster's crowing (Chorus) Six oclock on Saturday her folks don't know he's on his way The stalls are clean the horses fed they say she's grounded till 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 (chorus) KEN SKELTON hope this fits K1940s @aol.com Thanks