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At sixteen she quit high school to make her fortune in the promised land |
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She got a job behind the counter in an all-night hamburger stand |
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She wrote faithfully home to mama, "Now mama, don't you worry none |
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From small things, mama, big things one day come" |
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It was late one Friday, he pulled in out of the dark |
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He was tall and handsome, first she took his order then she took his heart |
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They bought a house up on the hillside where little feet would soon run |
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From small things, mama, big things one day come |
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Oh, but love was fleeting |
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It's sad but it's true |
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When your heart is beating |
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You don't want to hear the news |
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She packed her bags and with a Wyomie County real state man |
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She drove down to Tampa in an Eldorado Grand |
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She wrote back, "Dear mama, life is just heaven in the sun |
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From small things, mama, 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 waits for his baby's parole |
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He waits high on the hillside where the Wyomie rivers roll |
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At his feet and almost grown now, a blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son |
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From small things, mama, big things one day come |
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From small things, mama, big things one day come |
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Well, from small things, mama, big things one day come |
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From small things, mama, big things one day come |
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From small things, mama, big things one day come |
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Yeah, from small things, mama, big things one day come |
