Текст и слова песни Springsteen Bruce – From Small Things (big Things One Day Come)
At sixteen she quit highschool
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 "Dear 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 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
When your heart is beating
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags
And with a Wyoming County real estate man
She went down to Tampa
In an Eldorado Grande
She wrote back, "Dear Mama
Life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, Mama,
Big things one day come"
Wel 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 high on the hillside
Where the Wyoming rivers flow
At his feet, and almost grown now
A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
"From small things, Mama,
Big things one day come
Yes, from small things, Mama,
Big things one day come"
Songs To Orphans (Part 3, 7)
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 "Dear 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 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
When your heart is beating
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags
And with a Wyoming County real estate man
She went down to Tampa
In an Eldorado Grande
She wrote back, "Dear Mama
Life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, Mama,
Big things one day come"
Wel 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 high on the hillside
Where the Wyoming rivers flow
At his feet, and almost grown now
A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
"From small things, Mama,
Big things one day come
Yes, from small things, Mama,
Big things one day come"
Songs To Orphans (Part 3, 7)
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