Sara Evans
Lyricist: Sara Evans Composer: Sara Evans
Suds In The Bucket
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
Her folks should of 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
Now her daddy's in the kitchen starin' out the window, scratchin' and a rackin' his brains
How could 18 years just up'n and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown 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 mornin'
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker, a 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
Now all the bittys in the beauty shop gossip goin' non stop Sippin on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just up'n and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown 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
YEEEHOO!
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 get up and walk away?
Our little pony-tail girl grown 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
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin' out on the line
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love---