Nutbush City Limits

Lyrics for Nutbush City Limits

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 t'the store on Friday You go to church on Sundays They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush Said 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, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits 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 They call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city A lil old town on the Tennessee Quiet little old community, one-horse town You got to watch what they're puttin' down Old Nutbush. They call it Nutbush They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush