From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come) Songtext
von Bruce Springsteen

At sixteen she quit high school to
Make her 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 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 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 lonesome 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