Bruce Springsteen - From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come) lyrics

Ah one two three four, one two three four 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 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 outta the dark He was tall and handsome First she took his order, then she took his heart They bought a house on the hillside Where little feet soon would rock Well from small things Mama, big things one day come Oh, but love is fleeting It's sad but true When your heart is bleeding You don't want to hear the news She packed her bags And with a Wyoming County Real Estate man She went 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 And when they caught her all she said Was she couldn't stand the way he drove Back home, dear Johnny prays for his Betty's parole He waits high on the hillside where the lonely waters roll At his feet and almost grown now Blue eyed daughter and a handsome son Well from small things Mama, big things one day come Yeah, from small things Mama, big things one day come