Suds In The Bucket for Baritone Guitar
Sara Evans
Tune baritone guitar to A
Barre chords sound the best
Intro F
F A# F
She was in the backyard say it was a little past nine,
A# F
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck,
F A# F
Her folks should've seen it comming it was only just a matter of time,
A# F
Pleanty old enough, and you can't stop love,
F A# F
She stuck a not on the screen door, sorry but I got to go,
A# F
That was all she wrote, her momma's heart was broke,
A# F
That was all she wrote, so the story goes,
Dm
Now her daddy's in the kitchen,
C A# F
Starin out the window scratchin and rackin his brains,
Dm C A#
How could eighteen years just up and walk away,
Dm C
A little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman
A# F
Now she's gone in a blink of an eye,
F
She left the suds in the bucket,
C F C F
And the clothes hangin out on the line,
F A# F
Now don't you wonder what the preachers gonna preach about Sunday mornin,
A# F
Nothin quit like this, has happened here before,
F A# F
Well he must've been a looker, a smooth talkin sun-of-a-gun,
A# F
For such a grounded girl, to just up and run,
A# F
Cause you can't fence time, and you can't stop love,
Dm
Now all the bitty's in the beautyshop,
C A# F
Guess I'm going non-stop, sippin on pink lemonade,
Dm C A#
How could eighteen years just up and walk away,
Dm C
A little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman
A# F
Now she's gone in a blink of an eye,
F
She left the suds in the bucket,
C F
And the clothes hangin out on the line, ye-hoo
F A# F 5x
Dm
She's got her pretty little bare feet,
C A# F
Hangin out the window and their headed up to Vegas tonight,
Dm C A#
How could eighteen years just up and walk away,
Dm C
Our little pony tailed girl, growed up to be a woman
A# F
Now she's gone in a blink of an eye,
F
She left the suds in the bucket,
C F
And the clothes hangin out on the line,
F
She left the suds in the bucket,
C F
And the clothes hangin out on the line,
F A# F
She was in the backyard say it was a little past nine,
A# F
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck,
A# F
Pleanty old enough, when you can't stop love,
A# F
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love,
A# F
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love,
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God Bless Glen Travis Campbell
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