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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