(Written by Bruce Springsteen)
At 16, she quit high school, to make her fortune in the Promised Land.
She got a job behind the counter at 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 a hillside where little feet would soon run.
From small things, Mama, big things one day come.
Oh, but luck was fleeting. It`s sad but it`s true.
When your heart is bleeding, you don`t want to hear it abused.
She packed her bags and went to Wyoming with a real estate man.
She drove down to Tampa in an Eldorado Grand.
She wrote back, `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 waits for his baby`s parole.
He waits high on the hillside where the wide-open rivers roll.
At his feet and almost grown now, a blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, Mama, big things one day come.
From small things, Mama, big things one day come.
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