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 shoulda 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"
And 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 eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little ponytail girl growed 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 morn'
Nothin' 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 biddys in the beauty shop, gossip goin' nonstop
Sippin' on pink lemonade
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little ponytail girl growed 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's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window
And they're headin' up to Vegas tonight
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little ponytail girl growed 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 pickup truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No, you can't fence time, and you can't stop love