Nutbush City Limits by Ike Turner

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
Twenty five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday
They call it Nutbush in that old town, oh Nutbush

They call it Nutbush city limits
You go to field 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 nut bush
They call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale
You can't cop no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
There they call it Nutbush gin
Nutbush city limits

Little old town in Tennessee
That's called, 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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