A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number 19
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Twenty-five is the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday
They call it Nutbush, little old town, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
You go the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Alright, hey, hey, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, hey
Oh, yeah
(Nutbush city limits)
Nutbush
No whiskey for sale
You can't cop no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
Little old town in Tennessee
It's called Nutbush city limits
A quite little old community
A one-horse town you have to watch
What you're puttin' down
Nutbush city limits, Nutbush city
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits!
Writer(s): Tina Turner
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