She was in the backyard - they say it was a little past nine When her prince pulled up - a white pickup truck Her folks shoulda seen it comin' - it was only just a matter of time Plenty old enough - and you can't stop love She stuck a note on the screen door - "sorry but I got to go" That was all she wrote - her mama's heart was broke That was all she wrote - so the story goes
Now her daddy's in the kitchen - starin' out the window Scratchin' and a rackin' his brains How could 18 years just up and walk away Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket And the clothes hangin' out on the line
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn Nothin' quite like this has happened here before Well he must have been a looker - smooth talkin' son of a gun For such a grounded girl - to just up and run Course you can't fence time - and you can't stop love
Now all the biddy's in the beauty shop gossip goin' non-stop Sippin' on pink lemonade How could 18 years just up and walk away Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket And the clothes hangin' out on the line
She's got her pretty little bare feet hangin' out the window And they're headin' up to Vegas tonight How could 18 years just up and walk away Our little pony-tailed girl growed up to be a woman Now she's gone in the blink of an eye She left the suds in the bucket And the clothes hangin' out on the line
Compositores: William G Schlappi (Billy Montana), Tammy Wagoner ECAD: Obra #1547566 Fonograma #2637032