text: At 16 she quit high school
  To make a fortune in the promise land
  Got a job behind the counter
  Of an all-night hamburger stand
  She wrote faithfully home to Mama:
  Now Mama, dont you worry none
  From small things, Mama, big things one day come
  It was late one Friday
  As 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 once had run
  From small things, Mama, big things one day come
  Good love is fleeting
  Its sad but its true
  But when your heart is bleeding
  You dont wanna hear the news
  She packed her bags; went to Wyoming with a real estate man
  They drove down to Tampa in an El Dorado Grande
  She writes home dear Mama, life is heaven in the sun
  From small things, Mama, big things one day come
  She shot him dead
  On a sunny Florida road
  But when they caught her asll she said was
  She couldnt stand the way he drove
  Back home, lonesome Johnny
  Waits for his babys parole;
  He sits high up on a hillside
  Where the Wyoming river flows
  At his feet, and almost grown now
  Sits a daughter and a handsome son
  From small things, Mama, big things one day come