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