| She was in the backyard they say it was a little past nine
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| When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
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| Her folks should of seen it comin’it was only just a matter of time
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| Plenty old enough, and you can’t stop love
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| She stuck a note on the screen door «sorry but I got to go»
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| That was all she wrote, her mamma’s heart was broke
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| That was all she wrote, so the story goes
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| (Chorus) Now her daddy’s in the kitchen starin’out the window, scratchin’and a rackin’his brains
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| How could 18 years just up and walk away?
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| Our little pony tailed girl growed up to be a woman
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| Now shes gone in the blink of an eye
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| She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin’out on the line
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| Now don’t you wonder what the preacher’s gonna preach about sunday morn Nothing
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| quite like this has happened here before
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| Well he must have been a looker, smooth talkin’son of gun
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| For such a grounded girl to just up and run
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| Course you can’t fence time, and you can’t stop love
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| (2nd Chorus) Now all the biddy’s in the beauty shop gossip goin’non stop Sippin
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| on pink lemonade
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| How could 18 years just up and walk away?
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| Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman
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| Now shes gone in the blink of an eye
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| She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin’out on the line
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| (3rd chorus) She’s got her pretty little bare feet hangin’out the window And
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| they’re headin’up to Vegas tonight
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| How could 18 years just up and walk away
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| Our little pony tailed girl growed up to be a woman
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| Now she’s gone in the blink of an eye
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| She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin’out on the line
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| She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin’out on the line
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| She was in the backyard they say it was a little past nine
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| When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
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| Plenty old enough, and you can’t stop love
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| No you can’t fence time, and you can’t stop love |