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
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
You go to the fields on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Hey, Nutbush city
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
I said they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
A little old town in Tennessee, it's called
It's a quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You got to watch what you're puttin' down
Oh Nutbush City
They call it Nutbush city limits
I said Nutbush City
Oh, Nutbush city limits
They call it Nutbush city limits
No no, Nutbush city limits
No no, Nutbush city
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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
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
You go to the fields on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Hey, Nutbush city
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
I said they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
A little old town in Tennessee, it's called
It's a quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You got to watch what you're puttin' down
Oh Nutbush City
They call it Nutbush city limits
I said Nutbush City
Oh, Nutbush city limits
They call it Nutbush city limits
No no, Nutbush city limits
No no, Nutbush city
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
You go to the fields on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Hey, Nutbush city
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
I said they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
A little old town in Tennessee, it's called
It's a quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You got to watch what you're puttin' down
Oh Nutbush City
They call it Nutbush city limits
I said Nutbush City
Oh, Nutbush city limits
They call it Nutbush city limits
No no, Nutbush city limits
No no, Nutbush city
Writer: Tina Turner
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