Tina Turner
Nutbush City Limits
Written by - Tina Turner
From - What's Love Got To Do With It?
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
 
Twenty-five for speed limit 
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday 

You go to church on Sunday 

They call it Nutbush, 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 
And go to church every Sunday 
 
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
 
No whiskey for sale 
If 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
 
A little old town in Tennessee 
A quiet little old community
A one-horse town 
You have to watch what you're putting down 
In old Nutbush, oh Nutbush
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