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Little Amsterdam - Tori Amos

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

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

Girl you got to know these days

Which side your on

Mm dadada a da da da a

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 back to the range

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

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

Girl you got to know these days

Nanananana

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

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