Little Amsterdam
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In a southern town
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Hominy get it on the plate girl
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Momma keep your head down
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Momma it wasn't my bullet
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Don't take me back to the RAnge
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I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain
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Girl you got to know these days
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Which side your on
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Mamma got shit
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She loved a brown man
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Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed
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She'd do anyting to save her man
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You see her olives are cold pressed
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And her best friend is a sun dress
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But Momma
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It wasn't my bullet
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Round and a round and a round I go
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Round and a round this time for keeps
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Father only you can save my sould
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And playing that organ must count
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For something
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Girl you got to know these days
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Which side your on
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Little Amterdam
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Shut down today
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They buried her with a
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Butter bean bouquet
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And the Sheriff now can't ride away
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And I won't say
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He shouldna paid
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But Momma
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It wasn't my bullet
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Little Amsterdam
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Tori Amos |