Sara Evans – Suds In The Bucket (Ukulele)

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She was in the backyard 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 should've seen it coming, it was just a matter of time

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Plenty old enough, when 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 momma's heart was broke

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That was all she wrote, so the story goes

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Now her daddy's in the kitchen

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Starin' out the window, scratchin' and rackin' his brains

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How could eighteen 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 a 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 mornin'

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Nothin' quite like this, has happened here before

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Well he must've been a looker, a smooth talkin' son-of-a-gun

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For such a grounded girl, to just up and run

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Cause you can't fence time, and you can't stop love

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Now all the bitty's in the beautyshop

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Gossip going non-stop, sippin' on pink lemonade

            F#m               E            D
How could eighteen years just up and walk away

           F#m                      E
Our little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman

           D                         A
Now she's gone in the a blink of an eye

             A
She left the suds in the bucket

          E                         A
And the clothes hangin' out on the line, ye-hoo

               F#m
She's got her pretty little bare feet

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Hangin' out the window and they're headed up to Vegas tonight

            F#m               E            D
How could eighteen years just up and walk away

           F#m                      E
Our little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman

           D                         A
Now she's gone in the a blink of an eye

             A
She left the suds in the bucket

          E                         A
And the clothes hangin' out on the line

A                        D                        A
She was in the backyard say it was a little past nine

                       D                    A
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck

             D                           A
Plenty old enough, when you can't stop love

                     D                        A
No, you can't fence time, and you can't stop love