Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sara Evans
Background Vocals
Lesley Lyons
Background Vocals
Ashlie Tucker
Background Vocals
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Bryan Sutton
Banjo
Gary Morse
Steel Guitar
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Steve Nathan
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Montana
Songwriter
Tammy Wagoner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sara Evans
Producer
Paul Worley
Producer
Clarke Schleicher
Mixing Engineer
Erik Hellerman
Assistant Engineer
Mike Poole
Additional Engineer
Rich Hanson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Wade Hachler
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up a white pickup truck
Her folks should've seen it coming, 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"
And that was all she wrote, her mama's heart was broke
And that was all she wrote, so the story goes
Now her daddy's in the kitchen, staring out the window
Scratching and a racking his brains
How could 18 years just 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 hanging out on the line
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn'?
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well, he must have been a looker, smooth talking son of a gun
For such a grounded girl to just up and run
'Cause you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
Now all the biddy's in the beauty shop gossip going non-stop
Sipping on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just 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 hanging out on the line
Yoo-hoo!
She's got her pretty little bare feet hanging out the window
And they're heading up to Vegas tonight
How could 18 years just 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 hanging out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up a white pickup truck
Plenty old enough and you can't stop love
And no, you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
Writer(s): Billy Montana, Tammy Wagoner
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