(Tina Turner cover)
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
25 for the speed limit
Motorcycles not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday
And church on Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
You go to fields on the weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
And church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
A little old town in Tennessee
A quiet little community
It's just a one horse town
You better watch what you're puttin' down
In Nutbush, old Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
Writer(s): Tina Turner
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