Lyrics:

Ain't Going Down ('Til the Sun Comes Up) Garth Brooks Six o'clock on Friday evening, Mama doesn't know she's leaving 'Till she hears the screen door slamming, rubber squealing gears are jamming. Local country station just a blaring on the radio. Pick her up at seven and they're headed to the rodeo. Mama's on the front porch screaming out her warning: