Cifras para Guitarra Suds in the bucket

Tono:  B
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,