歌曲名 Little Amsterdam (Remastered) 歌手名 Tori Amos

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作曲：Tori Amos

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

Back to the range

I'm just comin' out of the cell in my brain(Ooo)

Don't don't take me back to the range

Back to the range'

Cause girl you got to know these days

Which side your on

HmmNa na na na ne ya na

Na na na na naa na

Momma got a shot 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 all cold pressed

And her best friend is a

Sun dressBut

Momma it wasn't my bullet

No oohDon't take me back to the range

Back to the range

I'm just comin' out of the cell in my brain

Don't don't take me back to the range

Back to the range'

Cause girl you got to know these days

Na na na na na na ne ya na

Na na na na naa na na

Na na na na

All aloneGot 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 around and around

I go

Round and around this time for keeps

Round and around and around

I go

Round and around this time for keeps

Father only you can save my soul

And playin' that organ must count

For something

SomethingYou got to know these days

Little Amsterdam shot 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

That he shouldn't have paid

But Momma it wasn't my bullet