Little Amsterdam
in a southern town
Hominy get it on your 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 you're 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 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
I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain
Girl you got to know these days
which side you're on

Round and a round and a round I go
Round and a round this time for keeps

Father only you can save my sould
and playing that organ must count
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 of paid
but Momma it wasn't my bullet