And the clothes hangin' out on the line
Now all the biddy's in the beauty shop gossip goin' non-stop
Nothin' quite like this has happened here before
She left the suds in the bucket
Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman
And the clothes hangin' out on the line
Well he must have been a looker - smooth talkin' son of a gun
She was in the backyard - they say it was a little past nine
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
Songwriters: Billy Montana, William Schlappi, Tammy Wagoner
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
That was all she wrote - her mama's heart was broke
She left the suds in the bucket
How could 18 years just up and walk away
How could 18 years just up and walk away
That was all she wrote - so the story goes
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn
Course you can't fence time - and you can't stop love
Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman
And the clothes hangin' out on the line
Her folks shoulda seen it comin' - it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough - and you can't stop love
Sippin' on pink lemonade
She left the suds in the bucket
Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman
Now her daddy's in the kitchen - starin' out the window
Publishers: CURB SONGS, MIKE CURB MUSIC, MORAINE MUSIC INC, SONGS OF ESTES
She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window
She stuck a note on the screen door - "sorry but I got to go"
For such a grounded girl - to just up and run
When her prince pulled up - a white pickup truck
And they're headin' up to Vegas tonight
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
Scratchin' and a rackin' his brains
How could 18 years just up and walk away