Little Amsterdam - Live In Phoenix 12/11/07

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 your on
 Momma got shit ihe loved a brown man
 Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed
 She'd do anything to save her man
 You see all her olives they are cool pressed
 And her best friend is a sun dress
 But Momma it wasn't my bullet no
 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 your on
 All alone got a girl in the city
 Hey got a room and a place for two
 Got a goat and a faun
 I said boy you are my Fifth Avenue
 Round and around and around I go
 Round and around this time for keeps
 Round and around and around I go
 Round and around this time for keeps
 Father only you can save my soul
 And playing that organ must count for something 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 have paid
 But Momma it wasn't my bullet