Chords for Suds in the Bucket
Tempo:
82.75 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
G#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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She was in the backyard, say it was [B] a little past nine
When [E] her prince pulled up, a [B] white picket truck
That fool should have seen [E] it coming, it was only just [B] a matter of time
Fleming [E] owned the love, and [B] you can't stop the love
She took a note on the [E] screen, told her type, I [B] gotta go
And that [E] was all she wrote, her mama's [B] heart was broke
And that [E] was all she wrote, and so the [B] story goes
[G#m] Now her dad is in the [F#] kitchen staring out the [E] window
And smudging that rag in his brain
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away
[G#m] Before you think [F#] a [E] woman knows she's gone in the blink of an [B] eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging [B] out on the line
[F#] [B]
Now don't you wonder what the [E] preacher's gonna preach about [B] Sunday morning
Nothing [E] quite like this has happened [B] here before
Well, he must have been a [E] looker's mood, told the [B] son of a gun
Such a [E] grounded girl, she'd just [B] stop and run
Cause you [E] can't fance time, and you [B] can't stop the love
[G#m] Now the fiddler's in the [F#] building shop, got some more [E] non-stop stepping on pink lemonade
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away
[G#m] A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a [E] woman now, she's gone in the blink [B] of an eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line
I've [E] [Bm]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[G#m] [F#] been hanging up [E] to Vegas [B] tonight
[G#m] How can eighteen years [F#] since you've been at [E] a walk away
A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a woman [E] now, she's gone in the blink of [B] an eye
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out on [B] the line
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line
She was in the [E] backyard singing, was a little [B] past nine
When her prince [E] pulled up, a white pickup [B] truck
Plenty holes [E] and love, and you can't [B] stop the love
And no you can't [E] fance time, and you can't [B] stop the love
When [E] her prince pulled up, a [B] white picket truck
That fool should have seen [E] it coming, it was only just [B] a matter of time
Fleming [E] owned the love, and [B] you can't stop the love
She took a note on the [E] screen, told her type, I [B] gotta go
And that [E] was all she wrote, her mama's [B] heart was broke
And that [E] was all she wrote, and so the [B] story goes
[G#m] Now her dad is in the [F#] kitchen staring out the [E] window
And smudging that rag in his brain
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away
[G#m] Before you think [F#] a [E] woman knows she's gone in the blink of an [B] eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging [B] out on the line
[F#] [B]
Now don't you wonder what the [E] preacher's gonna preach about [B] Sunday morning
Nothing [E] quite like this has happened [B] here before
Well, he must have been a [E] looker's mood, told the [B] son of a gun
Such a [E] grounded girl, she'd just [B] stop and run
Cause you [E] can't fance time, and you [B] can't stop the love
[G#m] Now the fiddler's in the [F#] building shop, got some more [E] non-stop stepping on pink lemonade
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away
[G#m] A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a [E] woman now, she's gone in the blink [B] of an eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line
I've [E] [Bm]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[E] [B]
[G#m] [F#] been hanging up [E] to Vegas [B] tonight
[G#m] How can eighteen years [F#] since you've been at [E] a walk away
A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a woman [E] now, she's gone in the blink of [B] an eye
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out on [B] the line
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line
She was in the [E] backyard singing, was a little [B] past nine
When her prince [E] pulled up, a white pickup [B] truck
Plenty holes [E] and love, and you can't [B] stop the love
And no you can't [E] fance time, and you can't [B] stop the love
Key:
B
E
F#
G#m
Bm
B
E
F#
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She was in the backyard, say it was [B] a little past nine
When [E] her prince pulled up, a [B] white picket truck
That fool should have seen [E] it coming, it was only just [B] a matter of time
Fleming [E] owned the love, and [B] you can't stop the love
She took a note on the [E] screen, told her type, I [B] gotta go
And that [E] was all she wrote, her mama's [B] heart was broke
And that [E] was all she wrote, and so the [B] story goes
[G#m] Now her dad is in the [F#] kitchen staring out the [E] window
And smudging that rag in his brain
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away _ _
[G#m] Before you think [F#] a [E] woman knows she's gone in the blink of an [B] eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging [B] out on the line _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Now don't you wonder what the [E] preacher's gonna preach about [B] Sunday morning
Nothing [E] quite like this has happened [B] here before
Well, he must have been a [E] looker's mood, told the [B] son of a gun
Such a [E] grounded girl, she'd just [B] stop and run
Cause you [E] can't fance time, and you [B] can't stop the love
[G#m] Now the fiddler's in the [F#] building shop, got some more [E] non-stop stepping on pink lemonade
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away _
[G#m] A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a [E] woman now, she's gone in the blink [B] of an eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line _ _
I've [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ [F#] been hanging up [E] to Vegas [B] tonight
[G#m] How can eighteen years [F#] since you've been at [E] _ _ a walk away
A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a woman [E] now, she's gone in the blink of [B] an eye
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out on [B] the line
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line _
She was in the [E] backyard singing, was a little [B] past nine
When her prince [E] pulled up, a white pickup [B] truck
Plenty holes [E] and love, and you can't [B] stop the love
And no you can't [E] fance time, and you can't [B] stop the love _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
She was in the backyard, say it was [B] a little past nine
When [E] her prince pulled up, a [B] white picket truck
That fool should have seen [E] it coming, it was only just [B] a matter of time
Fleming [E] owned the love, and [B] you can't stop the love
She took a note on the [E] screen, told her type, I [B] gotta go
And that [E] was all she wrote, her mama's [B] heart was broke
And that [E] was all she wrote, and so the [B] story goes
[G#m] Now her dad is in the [F#] kitchen staring out the [E] window
And smudging that rag in his brain
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away _ _
[G#m] Before you think [F#] a [E] woman knows she's gone in the blink of an [B] eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging [B] out on the line _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Now don't you wonder what the [E] preacher's gonna preach about [B] Sunday morning
Nothing [E] quite like this has happened [B] here before
Well, he must have been a [E] looker's mood, told the [B] son of a gun
Such a [E] grounded girl, she'd just [B] stop and run
Cause you [E] can't fance time, and you [B] can't stop the love
[G#m] Now the fiddler's in the [F#] building shop, got some more [E] non-stop stepping on pink lemonade
[G#m] How can eighteen [F#] years since you've been at a [E] walk away _
[G#m] A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a [E] woman now, she's gone in the blink [B] of an eye
She left her skirts in the [F#] bucket and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line _ _
I've [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ [F#] been hanging up [E] to Vegas [B] tonight
[G#m] How can eighteen years [F#] since you've been at [E] _ _ a walk away
A little boy and girl, [F#] gonna hope to be a woman [E] now, she's gone in the blink of [B] an eye
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out on [B] the line
She left her skirts in the bucket [F#] and her clothes hanging out [B] on the line _
She was in the [E] backyard singing, was a little [B] past nine
When her prince [E] pulled up, a white pickup [B] truck
Plenty holes [E] and love, and you can't [B] stop the love
And no you can't [E] fance time, and you can't [B] stop the love _ _
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