From small things big things come
Tekst og musik: B. Springsteen


At sixteen she quit high school
to make a fortune in the promised land
she got a job behind the counter
in an all-night hamburgerstand
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 once will run
from small things mama,
big things one day come

Well good luck is fleeting
it's sad but its true
but when your heart is beating
you don't wanna' hear the news

She packed her bags and with a
wyoming country realestate man
she took down to tampa
in an eldorado grande
she wrote back dear mama
a 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 babys' parol
were the wyoming waters 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