Cifras
Suds in the bucket

Tono: B

Introducción:

dificultad
muy fácil |||||
 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,
(verse 2)
 A                                               D                                               A 
Her folks should've seen it comming it was just a matter of time,
                             D                                                     A 
Pleanty old enough, when you can't stop love,
(verse 3)
 A                                                                       D                                 A 
She stuck a not on the screen door, sorry but I got to go,
                                       D                                                     A 
That was all she wrote, her momma's heart was broke,
                                       D                                     A 
That was all she wrote, so the story goes,
(chorus)
                   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
 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,
(chorus)
                           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
             A-  D-  A= 
(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,