Tori Amos lyrics

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 Momma got shit She loved a brown man Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff’s backyard She’d do anything to save her man You see all her lovers they are cool pressed And her best fit in the window is sun dress But Momma It wasn’t my bullet Nah no, na-na-na-nahia-aa Na-na-na-nah-ia All alone got a girl in the city Hey got a room and a place for two Got a goal and a pharmacy boy, You are my fifth avenue. Round and a round and a round I go Round and a round this time for keeps Father only you can save my soul And playing that organ must count For something Girl you got to know these days Little Amsterdam Shut down today She 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 stay That he shouldn’t pay But Momma It wasn’t my bullet Get This Ringtone

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