"From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)" (B. Springsteen)

At sixteen she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promise land
She got a job behind the counter
Of 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
As 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 once had run
From small things, mama, big things one day come.

Good love is fleeting
It's sad but it's true
But when your heart is bleeding
You don't wanna hear the news

She packed her bags, went to Wyoming with a real estate man
They drove down to Tampa in an El Dorado Grande
She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun"
From small things, mama, big things one day come

She shot him dead on a sunny Florida road
But 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 sits high on a hillside where the Wyoming river flows
At his feet and almost grown now
Sits a daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, mama, big things one day come
From small things, mama, big things one day come
From small things, mama, big things one day come