Nutbush City Limits Lyrics - Singles - Nashville Pussy

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 

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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 

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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