she was in the backyard say it was a little past nine
when her prince pulled up
a white pickup truck
her folks should have seen it comin'
it was only just a matter of time
plenty old enough
and you cant 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
and that was all she wrote and so the story goes
now her daddys in the kitchen starin' out the window
scratchin and a rackin at his braids
how could eighteen years just get up and walk away
our little ponytailed girl grown up to be a woman
now shes gone in the blink of an eye
she left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hangin out on a line
now dont you wonder what the preachers 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 just up and run
course you cant fence time and you cant stop love
Now all the biddy's in the beaty shop gossip goin' nonstop
sippin on pink lemonade
how could eighteen 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 get up and walk away
Our little pony-tailed girl grown 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