Nutbush City Limits lyrics

A church house, gin house

A school house, out house

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 the store on friday

You go to church on sunday

They call it Nutbush (a little old town)

Oh, Nutbush

They call it Nutbush City Limits

You go to the fields on weekdays

And have a picnic on Labor Day

You go to town on saturday

But go to the church ev'ry sunday

They call it Nutbush,

Oh, Nutbush

They call it Nutbush City Limits

[Instrumental]

No whisky 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 Limits

Little old town in Tennessee

That's called "A quiet little old community"

A one-horse town you have to watch

What you're puttin' down in old Nutbush

They call it Nutbush,

Oh, Nutbush

They call it Nutbush City Limits

• Artist:Tina Turner
• Album:Nutbush City Limits (1973)