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suds in the bucket Sara Evans
---(capo 1st fret)---
[A]She was in the backyard s[D]ay it was a little past n[A]ine,
When her prince pulled [D]up, a white pickup tr[A]uck,
(verse 2)
[A]Her folks should've seen [D]it comming it was just a [A]matter of time,
Pleanty old en[D]ough, when you can't stop lo[A]ve,
(verse 3)
[A]She stuck a not on the screen door, s[D]orry but I got to [A]go,
That was all she wr[D]ote, her momma's heart was b[A]roke,
That was all she wr[D]ote, so the story go[A]es,
(chorus)
Now her d[F#m]addy's in the kitchen,
[E]Starin out the window scr[D]atchin and rackin his br[A]ains,
How could ei[F#m]ghteen years just [E]up and walk a[D]way,
A little [F#m]pony tailed girl, growed [E]up to be a woman
Now she's g[D]one in the a blink of an e[A]ye,
She left the [A]suds in the bucket,
And the cl[E]othes hangin out on the l[A]in[-]e,[E] [-] [A]
(verse 4)
[A]Now don't you wonder what the preachers gonna pr[D]each about Sunday m[A]ornin,
Nothin quit like t[D]his, it's happened here bef[A]ore,
(verse 5)
[A] [D] [A]
Well he must've been a looker, a smooth talkin sun-of-a-gun,
For such a grounded g[D]irl, to just up and r[A]un,
Cause you can't fence t[D]ime, and you can't stop l[A]ove,
(chorus)
Now all the b[F#m]itty's in the beautyshop,
[E]Guess I'm going non-stop, si[D]ppin on pink lemo[A]nade,
How could ei[F#m]ghteen years just [E]up and walk a[D]way,
A little [F#m]pony tailed girl, growed [E]up to be a woman
Now she's g[D]one in the a blink of an e[A]ye,
She left the [A]suds in the bucket,
And the cl[E]othes hangin out on the l[A]ine, ye-hoo
(lead chords - A - D - A = 5x's)
(chorus)
She's got her p[F#m]retty little bare feet,
[E]Hangin out the window and their he[D]aded up to Vegas ton[A]ight,
How could ei[F#m]ghteen years just [E]up and walk a[D]way,
Our little [F#m]pony tailed girl, growed [E]up to be a woman
Now she's g[D]one in the a blink of an e[A]ye,
She left the [A]suds in the bucket,
And the cl[E]othes hangin out on the l[A]ine,
(ending verse)
[A]She was in the backyard s[D]ay it was a little past n[A]ine,
When her prince pulled [D]up, a white pickup tr[A]uck,
Pleanty old en[D]ough, when you can't stop lo[A]ve,
No you can't fence t[D]ime, and you can't stop l[A]ove,
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