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 At sixteen she quit high school to make her fortune in the promised land She got a job behind the counter in an all night hamburger stand She wrote faithfully home to mama "Now mama don't you worry none" From small things, mama Big things one day come It was late one Friday he pulled in out of the dark He was tall and handsome; first she took his order, then she took his heart They bought a house up on the hillside Where little feet soon would run From small things, mama Big things one day come BRIDGE: Oh but love is fleeting it's sad but true But when your heart is beating You don't wanna hear the news She packed her bags and with a Wyomie County real estate man She ran down to Tampa In and "El Dorado Grande" She wrote back home, "Dear Mama Life is just heaven in the sun From small things, mama Big things one day come" Well she shot him dead On a sunny Florida road When they caught her all she said Was she couldn't stand the way he drove Back home lonesome Johnny Prays for his baby's parole He waits on the hillside Where the Wyomie waters roll At his feet and almost grown now A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son Well from small things, mama Big things one day come Well from small things, mama Big things one day come
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Copyright © 1981 Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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