Suds in the Bucket - Sara Evans - 60 bpm

 
G
She was in the 

backyard, 
C
say it was a 

little past 
G
nine 

 
G
When her 

prince pulled 
C
up 

 a 

white 

pickup 
G
truck 

Her folks 
G
should have seen it 

comin' it was 
C
only just a 

matter of 
G
time 

 
G
Plenty 

old e
C
nough, 


and you 

can't stop 
G
love 

She stuck a 
G
note on the 

screen door, "
C
sorry but I 

got to 
G
go" 

 
G
And that was 

all she 
C
wrote, 


her mama's 

heart was 
G
broke 

 
G
And that was 

all she 
C
wrote 


and so the 

story 
G
goes 

Now her 
Em
daddy's in the 

kitchen 
D
starin' out the 

window

 
C
scratchin' and a 

rackin' his 
G
brains 

	How could 
Em
eighteen 

years just 
D
up and 

walk a
C
way 

	Our little 
Em
ponytailed 

girl grown 
D
up to be a 

woman now she's 
C
gone in a 

blink of an 
G
eye 

	She left the 
G
suds in the 

bucket and the 
D
clothes hangin' 

out on the 
G
line 

Now don't you 
G
wonder what the 

preacher's gonna 
C
preach about 

Sunday 
G
morn 

 
G
Nothin' 

quite like 
C
this has happened 

here be
G
fore 

Well, he 
G
must have been a 

looker, a 
C
smooth talkin' 

son of a 
G
gun 

 
G
For such a 

grounded 
C
girl 


to just 

up and 
G
run 

 
G
Cause you 

can't fence 
C
time 


and you 

can't stop 
G
love 

Now all the 
Em
biddy's in the 

beauty shop, 
D
gossip goin' 

nonstop

C
sippin' on 

pink lemo
G
nade 

repeat chorus

She's got her 
Em
pretty little 

bare feet 
D
hangin' out the 

window

And they're 
C
headin' up to 

Vegas to
G
night 

repeat chorus