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 you're on

Hmm
Na na na...

Mamma got a shot, shit
She loved a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the sheriff's bed
She'd do anyting to save her man

You see her olives, they are cool pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But Momma, it wasn't my bullet, no, oh

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 

Hmm
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 playing that organ must count
For something, something
Girl, 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