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Small Things - E. Frank Murphy
Composed by：Bruce Springsteen
At sixteen she quit high school to
Make her fortune in the promised land
She got a job behind the counter
All in 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 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 soon would run
From small things mama
Big things one day come
Oh but love is fleeting
It's sad but it's true
But when your heart is beating
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags
And with a wyomie County real estate man
She ran down to tampa
In and el dorado grande
She wrote back to her 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
When they caught her all she said
Was she couldn't stand the way he drove
Back home there johnny
Prays for his baby's parole
He waits on the hillside
Where the wyomie waters roll
At his feet and almost grown now
A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
Well from small things mama
Big things one day come
Well from small things mama
Big things one day come
