Nutbush City Limits Lyrics - So You Think You Can Dance

A church house, gin house 

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 to 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 field on weekdays 

And have a picnic on Labor Day 

And go to town on Saturdays 

And go to church on Sundays 

They call it Nutbush, oh 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 

A city called Nutbush city limits 

Nutbush city 

A little old town in Tennessee 

Quiet little community 

One-horse town 

You have to watch what they're putting down 

Oh Nutbush 

They call it Nutbush 

They call it Nutbush, Nutbush 

Oh Nutbush, yeah 

They call it Nutbush 

Nutbush city limits