| At sixteen she quit high school to
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| make her fortune in the promised land
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| She got a job behind the counter in an
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| all night hamburger stand
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| She wrote faithfully home to mama
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| «Now mama don’t you worry none»
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| From small things, mama
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| Big things one day come
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| It was late one Friday he pulled in
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| out of the dark
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| He was tall and handsome; |
| first she
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| took his order, then she took his heart
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| They bought a house up on the hillside
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| Where little feet soon would run
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| From small things, mama
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| Big things one day come
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| BRIDGE:
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| Oh but love is fleeting
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| it’s sad but true
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| But when your heart is beating
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| You don’t wanna hear the news
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| She packed her bags
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| and with a Wyomie County real estate man
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| She ran down to Tampa
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| In and «El Dorado Grande»
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| She wrote back home, «Dear Mama
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| Life is just heaven in the sun
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| From small things, mama
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| Big things one day come»
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| Well she shot him dead
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| On a sunny Florida road
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| When they caught her all she said
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| Was she couldn’t stand the way he drove
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| Back home lonesome Johnny
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| Prays for his baby’s parole
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| He waits on the hillside
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| Where the Wyomie waters roll
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| At his feet and almost grown now
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| A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
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| Well from small things, mama
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| Big things one day come
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| Well from small things, mama
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| Big things one day come |