Little Amsterdam

<br>Little Amsterdam<br>In a southern town<br>Hominy get it on your plate girl<br>Momma keep your head down<br>Momma wasn`t my bullet<br><br>Don`t take me back to the Range<br>I`m just comin` out of the cell in my brain<br>Dojn`t take me back to the Range<br>Girl you got to know these days<br>Which side your on<br><br>Momma got shit<br>She loved a brown man<br>Then she built a bridge in the sheriff`s bed<br>She`d do anything to save her man<br>You see her olives they are cold pressed<br>And her best friend is a sun dress<br>But Momma<br>It wasn`t my bullet<br><br>Don`t take me back to the Range<br>I`m just comin` out of the cell in my brain<br>Dojn`t take me back to the Range<br>Girl you got to know these days<br><br>All alone<br>Got a girl in the city<br>Hey, got a room and a place for two<br>Got a goat and a phone, I said boy<br>You are my Fifth Avenue<br><br>Round and a round and a round I go<br>Round and a round this time for keeps<br>Father only you can save my soul<br>And playing that organ must count for something<br>Girl you got to know these days<br><br>Little Amsterdam<br>Shut down today<br>They buried her with a butter bean bouquet<br>And the sheriff now can`t ride away<br>Like he said into the sunset<br>And I won`t say<br>He shouldna paid<br>But Momma<br>It wasn`t my bullet