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