Nutbush City Limits lyrics

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 Friday

You go to church on Sunday

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 to 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 (The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits)

A quite little old community

A one-horse town you have to watch

What you're puttin' down

Nutbush city limits, Nutbush city

Oh (Nutbush)

They call it (Nutbush)

They call it (Nutbush city) limits!