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LITTLE AMSTERDAM
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LITTLE AMSTERDAM,
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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 there days
which side your own
momma got shit
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 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 soul
and playing that organ must count
for something
girl you got to know these days
which side your on
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
he shouldna paid
but momma
it wasn't my bullet
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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 there days which side your own momma got shit 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 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 soul and playing that organ must count for something girl you got to know these days which side your on 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 he shouldna paid but momma it wasn't my bullet
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