She was in the backyard - they say it was a little past nine
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When her prince pulled up - a white pickup truck
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Her folks shoulda seen it comin' - it was only just a matter of time
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Plenty old enough - and you can't stop love
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She stuck a note on the screen door - "sorry but I got to go"
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That was all she wrote - her mama's heart was broke
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That was all she wrote - so the story goes
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[Chorus]
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Now her daddy's in the kitchen - starin' out the window
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Scratchin' and a rackin' his brains
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How could 18 years just up and walk away
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Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman
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Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
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She left the suds in the bucket
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And the clothes hangin' out on the line
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Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn
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Nothin' quite like this has happened here before
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Well he must have been a looker - smooth talkin' son of a gun
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For such a grounded girl - to just up and run
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Course you can't fence time - and you can't stop love
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[2nd Chorus]
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Now all the biddy's in the beauty shop gossip goin' non-stop
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Sippin' on pink lemonade
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How could 18 years just up and walk away
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Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman
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Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
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She left the suds in the bucket
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And the clothes hangin' out on the line
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[Instrumental]
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[3rd Chorus]
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She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window
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And they're headin' up to Vegas tonight
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How could 18 years just up and walk away
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Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman
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Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
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She left the suds in the bucket
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And the clothes hangin' out on the line
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Suds In The Bucket
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| Sara Evans |
