From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come) - Springsteen
Capo up 2 frets for Dave Edmunds
 
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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
 
 
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 on the hillside, where little feet soon would run
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From small things, mama, big things one day come
 
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Oh but love is fleeting, it's sad but true
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But when your heart is beating, you don't wanna hear the news
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She packed her bags and with a Wyomie County real estate man
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She ran down to Tampa, in and "El Dorado Grande"
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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, on a sunny Florida road
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When they caught her all she said, was she couldn't stand the way he drove
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Back home, lonesoome Johnny,    prays for his baby's parole
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He waits on the hillside, where the Wy-omie waters 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               repeat