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 you're on Hmm

Na na na na ne ya na

Na na na na naa na Momma got a shot, ***

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 dress

But Momma, it wasn't my bullet

No, ooh 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 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 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

(Say you are willing to hang around for me, my babe)

Round and around this time for keeps

Round and around and around I go

(Say you are willing to hang around for me, my babe)

Round and around this time for keeps Father only you can save my soul

And playin' that organ must count

For something

Something

You 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