Suds In The Bucket by Sara Evans

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