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Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Sara Evans
Sara Evans
Vocal de apoio
Lesley Lyons
Lesley Lyons
Vocal de apoio
Ashlie Tucker
Ashlie Tucker
Vocal de apoio
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Banjo
Gary Morse
Gary Morse
Guitarra elétrica
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Bateria
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Piano
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Billy Montana
Billy Montana
Composição
Tammy Wagoner
Tammy Wagoner
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Sara Evans
Sara Evans
Produção
Paul Worley
Paul Worley
Produção
Clarke Schleicher
Clarke Schleicher
Engenharia (mixagem)
Erik Hellerman
Erik Hellerman
Engenharia (assistente)
Mike Poole
Mike Poole
Engenharia (adicional)
Rich Hanson
Rich Hanson
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Wade Hachler
Wade Hachler
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Letra

[Verse 1]
She was in the backyard
Say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up
A white pick-up truck
Her folks shoulda 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
Or so the story goes
[Chorus]
Now, her daddy's in the kitchen
Staring out the window
Scratching and a-racking his brains
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl
Grown up to be a woman
Now, she's gone in a blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket
And the clothes hanging out on the line
[Verse 2]
Now, don't you wonder
What the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morning
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well, he must have been a looker
A smooth talking 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
[Chorus]
Now, all the biddies in the beauty shop
Gossip going non-stop
Sipping on pink lemonade
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl
Grown up to be a woman
Now, she's gone in a blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket
And the clothes hangin' out on the line
Yee-hoo!
[Chorus]
She's got her pretty little bare feet
Hanging out the window
And they're heading up to Vegas tonight
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl
Grown up to be a woman
Now, she's gone in a 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
[Outro]
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
Written by: Billy Montana, Tammy Wagoner
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