| Ain't Goin' Down 'Till the Sun Comes Up Six o'clock on Friday evenin' Mama doesn't know she's leavin' 'Till she hears the screamin', slammin' Rubber squealin', gears a-jammin' Local Country station just a-blarin' on the radio Pick 'im up at seven, and they're goin' to the rodeo Mama's on 'er front porch, screamin' out 'er warnin', "Girl you better get your red head Back in bed before the mornin'!" Nine o'clock the show is endin' But the fun is just beginnin' She know he's anticipatin' But she's gonna keep 'im waitin' Grab a bite to eat, an' then they're Headin' to the honky-tonk, but Loud crowds an' line dancin' Just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks An' park down by the creek, hey Where it's George Strait, real late Dancin' cheek-to-cheek Ain't goin' down 'till the sun comes up Ain't givin' in 'till they get enough Go around the world in a pickup truck Ain't goin' down 'till the sun comes up Ten to twelve it's wine an' dancin' Midnight starts the hard romancin' One o-clock that truck is rockin' Two 'as come an' still no stoppin' Break to check the clock at three They're right-on where they wanna be, an' Four o'clock, that rooster's crowin' Five o'clock, an' they're still goin' Six o'clock on Saturday Their folks don't know 'es on 'is way The stalls are cleaned, the horses fed They say she's grounded 'till she's dead Well, here 'e comes around the bend Slowin' down, she's jumpin' in Hey, Mom, your daughter's goin' There she goes again Yeah, they Ain't goin' down 'till the sun comes up Ain't givin' in 'till they get enough Go around the world in a pickup truck Ain't goin' down 'till the sun comes up Yeeeeaaaaaah! |
| American Honky-Tonk Bar Association If your paycheck depends on The weather and the clock If your conversation calls for A little more than a coffee pot If you need to pour your heart out And try to rectify some situation That you're facing Contact your American Honky-Tonk Bar Association When Uncle Sam dips in your pocket For most things you don't mind But when your dollar goes to all of those Standing in a welfare line Well rejoice you have a voice If you're concerned about the destination Of this great nation It's called the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association It represents the hardhat Gunrack, achin'-back Over taxed, flag-wavin', fun-lovin' crowd They're heart is in the music And they love to play it loud There's no forms or applications There's no red tape administrations It's the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association We're all one big family Throughout the cities and the towns We don't reach for handouts we reach for those who are down And every local chapter has a seven day a week Available consultation For your frustration It's called the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association It represents the mud flaps Six pack, beer crack Over-taxed, flag-wavin', fun-lovin' crowd They're heart is in the music And they love to play it loud There's no forms or applications There's no red tape administrations It's the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association |
| Callin' Baton Rouge I spent last night in the arms Of a girl in Louisiana And though I'm out on the highway My thoughts are still with her Such a strange combination of a woman and a child Such a strange situation stoppin' every hundred miles Callin' Baton Rouge A replay of last night's events Roll through my mind Except a scene or two Erased by sweet red wine And I see a truck stop sign ahead So I change lanes I need a cup of coffee And a couple dollars change Callin' Baton Rouge Operator won't you put me on through I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge Hurry up won't you put her on the line I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time Hello Samantha dear, I hope you're feelin' fine And it won't be long until I'm with you all the time But until then I'll spend my money up right down to my last dime Callin' Baton Rouge Operator won't you put me on through I gotta' send my love down to Baton Rouge Hurry up won't you put her on the line I gotta' talk to the girl just one more time Callin' Baton Rouge Sweet Baton Rouge, my Baton Rouge |
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