Tori Amos - Little Amsterdam
from the album "Boys For Pele"
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 commin 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, 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 commin 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
All along I got a girl in the city, hey
I gotta room and a place for two
Got a gold and a fawn
I said boy are you on 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, something
Girl you got to know these days
Little Amsterdam shut down today
They buried her with a, 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