Little Amsterdam

Little Amsterdam
In a southern town
Hominy get it on your plate girl
Momma keep your head down
Momma wasn’t my bullet
Don’t take me back to the Range
I’m just comin’out of the cell in my brain
Dojn’t take me back to the Range
Girl you got to know these days
Which side your on Momma got shit
She loved a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the sheriff’s bed
She’d do anything to save her man
You see her olives they are cold pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But Momma
It wasn’t my bullet
Don’t take me back to the Range
I’m just comin’out of the cell in my brain
Dojn’t take me back to the Range
Girl you got to know these days
All alone
Got a girl in the city
Hey, got a room and a place for two
Got a goat and a phone, I said boy
You are my Fifth Avenue
Round and a round and a round I go Round and a round this time for keeps
Father only you can save my soul
And playing that organ must count for something
Girl you got to know these days
Little Amsterdam
Shut down today
They buried her with a butter bean bouquet
And the sheriff now can’t ride away
Like he said into the sunset
And I won’t say
He shouldna paid
But Momma
It wasn’t my bullet