Little Amsterdam - 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
    I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain
    girl you got to know there days
    which side your own

    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 are cold pressed
    and her best friend is a sun dress
    but Momma
    it wasn't my bullet

    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
    which side your[sic] on
    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


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