paroles de chanson Little Amsterdam - Tori Amos
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
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
all
her
olives
they
are
cold
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
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
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