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
I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain
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 backyard
She'd do anything to save her man
You see all her lovers they are cool pressed
And her best fit in the window is sun dress
But Momma
It wasn't my bullet
Nah no, na-na-na-nahia-aa
Na-na-na-nah-ia
All alone got a girl in the city
Hey got a room and a place for two
Got a goal and a pharmacy boy,
You are my fifth avenue.
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
Girl you got to know these days
Little Amsterdam
Shut down today
She 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 stay
That he shouldn't pay
But Momma
It wasn't my bullet