A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number 19
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush City limits
Nutbush City

Twenty five is the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, little old town
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City limits
Nutbush City

You go the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on labor day
You go to town on Saturdays
But go church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City limits
Nutbush City (Hey!)

Alright, hey, hey, yeah!
Oh, yeah, yeah!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, hey!
Oh yeah, Nutbush City limits
Nutbush
Woah

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
They call it Nutbush City, Nutbush City limits

Little old town in Tennessee
It's called Nutbush City limits
A quiet little old community
A one horse town you have to watch
Watch you're putting down
Nutbush City limits, Nutbush City
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City limits!


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