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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 comeIt 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 comeBRIDGE: |
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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 an "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"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 droveBack 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 |
