Lyrics - Nutbush City Limits by Ike And Tina Turner

A church housegin housea school houseouthouseon
Highway
Number
Nineteen
The people keep the city clean.
They call it
Nutbushoh
Nutbush
Call it
Nutbush city limits.
Twentyfive was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on
Friday
You go to church on
Sunday.
They call it
Nutbushoh
Nutbush
Call it
Nutbush city limits.
You go t'the fields 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. . .
No whiskey for sale
You can't cop no bail
Saltpork and molasses
Is all you get in jail.
They call it
Nutbush. . .
Little old town in
Tennessee
That's called a quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch
What you're puttin' down in old
Nutbush.
They call it
Nutbush.

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