At sixteen she quit high school. To make a fortune in the Promised Land. She got a job behind the counter. In an all-night hamburger stand. She rode 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 would soon run. From small things Mama big things one day come. Good love is fleeting. It's sad but it's true. When your heart is beating. You don't want to hear the news. She packed her bags. And with a Wyoming Country 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 Wyoming rivers roll. And his seed have almost grown now. To a daughter and a handsome son. From small things Mama big things one day come.