Interpret:

Dave Edmunds

Album:

D.E. 7th

(Written by Bruce Springsteen)


At 16, she quit high school, 
to make her fortune in the Promised Land


She got a job behind the counter 
at 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 a hillside 
where little feet would soon run


From small things, Mama, big things one day come


Oh, but luck was fleeting
It's sad but it's true
When your heart is bleeding, 
you don't want to hear it abused


She packed her bags 
and went to Wyoming with a real estate man


She drove down to Tampa 
in an Eldorado Grand


She wrote back, 
"Dear 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 
waits for his baby's parole


He waits high on the hillside 
where the wide-open rivers roll


At his feet and almost grown now, 
a blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son


From small things, Mama, Big things one day come
From small things, Mama, Big things one day come


From small things, Mama, Big things one day come


From small things, Mama, Big things one day come 
From small things, Mama, Big things one day come


From small things, Mama, Big things one day come !