Little Amsterdam (Washington WHFS Studios 2) (Live)-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 coming out of the cell in my brain Don't take me back to the Range back to the Range 'Cause girl you got to know these days which side your on Momma got shit ihe loved a brown man Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed She'd do anything to save her man You see all her olives they are cool pressed And her best friend is a sun dress But Momma it wasn't my bullet no 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 take me back to the Range back to the Range 'Cause girl you got to know these days which side your on All alone got a girl in the city Hey got a room and a place for two Got a goat and a faun 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 playing that organ must count for something 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 that he shouldn't have paid But Momma it wasn't my bullet