Suds in the bucket

Sara Evans

Tom: A#
Capotraste na 1ª casa
  
  
  
Intro - A  
  
  
(verse 1)  
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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,  
  
  
(verse 2)  
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Her folks should've seen it comming it was just a matter of time,  
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Pleanty old enough, when you can't stop love,  
  
  
(verse 3)  
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She stuck a not on the screen door, sorry but I got to go,  
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That was all she wrote, her momma's heart was broke,  
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That was all she wrote, so the story goes,  

F#m Now her daddy's in the kitchen, E D A Starin out the window scratchin and rackin his brains, F#m E D How could eighteen years just up and walk away, F#m E A little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman D A Now she's gone in the a blink of an eye, A She left the suds in the bucket, E A - E - A And the clothes hangin out on the line,
(verse 4) A D A Now don't you wonder what the preachers gonna preach about Sunday mornin, D A Nothin quit like this, it's happened here before, (verse 5) A D A Well he must've been a looker, a smooth talkin sun-of-a-gun, D A For such a grounded girl, to just up and run, D A Cause you can't fence time, and you can't stop love,
F#m Now all the bitty's in the beautyshop, E D A Guess I'm going non-stop, sippin on pink lemonade, F#m E D How could eighteen years just up and walk away, F#m E A little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman D A Now she's gone in the a blink of an eye, A She left the suds in the bucket, E A And the clothes hangin out on the line, ye-hoo
(lead chords - A - D - A = 5x's) (chorus) F#m She's got her pretty little bare feet, E D A Hangin out the window and their headed up to Vegas tonight, F#m E D How could eighteen years just up and walk away, F#m E Our little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman D A Now she's gone in the a blink of an eye, A She left the suds in the bucket, E A And the clothes hangin out on the line, (ending verse) A D A She was in the backyard say it was a little past nine, D A When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck, D A Pleanty old enough, when you can't stop love, D A No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love,

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