Suds In The Bucket accords

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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 only just a matter of time.

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Plenty old e-nough, and 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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And that was all she wrote, her momma's heart was broke,

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And 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 a-way?"
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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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Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn?,
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Nothin' quite like this, has happened here be-fore.
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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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'Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love.

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Now all the bitties in the beauty shop,
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Gossip going non-stop, sippin' on pink lemon-ade:
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"How could eighteen years just up and walk a-way?"
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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, ye-hoo!

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She's got her pretty little bare feet,
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Hangin' out the window and their headed up to Vegas to-night:
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"How could eighteen years just up and walk a-way?"
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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 left the suds in the bucket,
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And the clothes hangin' out on the line,

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She was in the backyard say it was a little past nine,
                       D     E            A
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck,
             D      E                  A
Plenty old e-nough, and you can't stop love,
                   D     E                  A
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop looooove!