Suds In The Bucket by Sara Evans

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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
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a white pickup truck
     
her folks should have seen it comin' 
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it was only just a matter of time
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plenty old enough
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and you cant 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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and that was all she wrote and so the story goes


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now her daddys in the kitchen starin' out the window 
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scratchin and a rackin at his braids
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how could eighteen years just get up and walk away
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our little ponytailed girl grown up to be a woman
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now shes gone in the blink of an eye
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she left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin out on a line


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now dont you wonder what the preachers 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 just up and run
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course you cant fence time and you cant stop love

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Now all the biddy's in the beaty shop gossip goin' nonstop 
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sippin on pink lemonade
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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 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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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 get up and walk away
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Our little pony-tailed girl grown 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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