Suds in the Bucket - Sara Evans

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

When her prince pulled up white pickup truck

Her folks should've seen it comin'

It was only just a matter of time

Plenty old enough and you can stop love

She stuck a note on the screen door

"Sorry but I got to go "

That was all she wrote her mommma's heart was broke

That was all she wrote and so the story goes

Now her daddy's in the kitchen staring out the window

Scratchin' and rackin' his brain

How could eighteen years just up and walk away

Our little ponytail girl grown 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 hanging out on the line

Don't you wonder what the preacher's

Gonna preach about Sunday morning

Nothing quite like this has happened here before

Well he must've been a looker

A smoot-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 biddies in the beauty shop

Let's go on now stop sipping on pink lemonade

How could eighteen years just up and walk away

Our little ponytail girl grown 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 hanging out on the line

She's got her pretty little bare feet hanging out the window

And they're headed up to Vegas tonight

How could eighteen years just up and walk away

Our little ponytail girl grown 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 hanging out on the line

She left the suds in the bucket

And the clothes hanging out on the line

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

When her prince pulled up white pick up truck

Plenty old enough and you can't stop love

No you can't fence time and you can't stop love