Little Amsterdam Tori Amos

[Verse 1]
Little Amsterdam in a southern town
Hominy, get it on the plate, girl
Momma, keep your head down
Momma, it wasn’t my bullet

[Chorus]
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, don't take me back to the range
Back to the range
Cause, girl, you’ve got to know these days
Which side you’re on

[Verse 2]
Momma got shit, she, 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, they are cold pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But, momma, it wasn’t my bullet, no

[Chorus]
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, don't take me back to the range
Back to the range
Cause, girl, you’ve got to know these days