Little Amsterdam

Little Amsterdam

In a southern town

Hominy get it on the plate girl

Momma keep your head down

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

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 backyard

She'd do anything to save her man

You see all her lovers they are cool pressed

And her best fit in the window is sun dress

But Momma

It wasn't my bullet



Nah no, na-na-na-nahia-aa

Na-na-na-nah-ia

All alone got a girl in the city

Hey got a room and a place for two

Got a goal and a pharmacy 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

She 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 stay

That he shouldn't pay

But Momma

It wasn't my bullet