 It's 6 o'clock on Friday evening, mama doesn't know she's leaving. Just a huge screen, a slab of rubbers, wheeling gears, and a local country station. Just a blaring on the radio, speaking of the seven, and they're heading to the rodeo. Mama's on the front porch, screaming, I don't want to. Will you man, I'll get your man, and I can never fall. Nine o'clock, the show is ending, but the fun is just beginning. She knows he's anticipating, but she's going to keep it wet. Grab a body, and they're heading to the honky-tonk.