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
    Mamma got 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 are cold pressed
  And her best friend is a sun dress
  But Momma
  It wasn't my bullet
    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
  Which side your on
  Little Amterdam
  Shut down today
  They buried her with a
  Butter bean bouquet
  And the Sheriff now can't ride away
  And I won't say
  He shouldna paid
  But Momma
  It wasn't my bullet