Nutbush City Limits (Tina Turner cover) Lyrics

A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On Highway Number Nineteen
The people keep the city clean

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sunday

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

You go t'the field on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church ev'ry Sunday

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

No whiskey for sale
You get caught, no bail
Saltpork and molasses
Is all you get in jail

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

Little old town in Tennessee
It's a quiet, little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch
Just what you're puttin' down
In old Nutbush
In old Nutbush

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Nutbush city
Nutbush city
Nutbush city
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