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 comin´ out of the cell in my brain.
Don´t go and take me back to the Range, back to the Range.
´Cause girl you´ve got to know these days, which side you´re on.

Hmm... hmm... naha-nana-neha-neh. Nana-nana-no...non...
Momma got a shit, 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- they are cold pressed.
And her best friend is a sun dress.
But Momma, it wasn´t my bullet.

No... hon... Don´t take me back to the Range, back to the Range.
I´m just commin´ out of the cell in my brain.
Don´t go and take me back to the Range, back to the Range.
´Cause girl you´ve got to know these days.

Nana, nana-nana, nana, no... nana-nana, no... no... nana-nana-
All alone got a girl in the city.
Hey, got a room and a place for two.
Got a goat and a phone. I said, boy, a-you are my Fifth Avenue.
Round an around an around I go. Round an around this time for keeps.
(Say, you weren´t to the hang man for me my baby, yea)

Round an around an around I go. Round an around this time for keeps.
(Say, you weren´t too long then for me- me my baby)
Father only you can save my soul,
And playing that organ must´a count for something, something...
Girl you´ve got to know these days.

Little Amsterdam shut down today.
They buried her with a, a butter bean bouquet.
And Sheriff now can´t ride away.
Like he said into the sunset.
And I won´t say that he shouldn´a paid.
But Momma, it wasn´t my bullet.