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 the 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 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
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Hey, 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
I said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

A little old town in Tennessee
Quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You got to watch what they're puttin' down

Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Oh
They call it Nutbush, yeah
They call it Nutbush
Nutbush city limits

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Writer(s): Tina Turner