Little Amsterdam

[Verse 1]

Little Amsterdam in a southern town

Hominy, get it on the plate, girl

Momma, keep your head down

Momma, it wasn’t my bullet

[Chorus]

Don’t take me back to the range

Back to the range

I’m just coming out of the cell in my brain

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

Back to the range

Cause, girl, you’ve got to know these days

Which side you’re on

[Verse 2]

Momma got shit, she, 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, no

[Chorus]

Don’t take me back to the range

Back to the range

I’m just coming out of the cell in my brain

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

Back to the range

Cause, girl, you’ve got to know these days

[Bridge]

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 around and around I go

Round and around this time for keeps

(Say a word to the hangman for me, my baby)

Round and around and around I go

Round and around this time for keeps

(Say a word to the hangman for me, me and my babe)

Father only you can save my soul

And playing that organ must count for something, something

Girl you’ve got to know these days

[Verse 3]

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 that he shouldn’t have paid

But, Momma, it wasn’t my bullet