Nutbush City Limits lyrics

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

Call it Nutbush city limits

Twentyfive was the speed limit

Motorcycle not allowed in it

You go t'the store on Friday

You go to church on Sunday

They call it Nutbush

Oh Nutbush

Call it Nutbush city limits

You go t'the fields on week days

And have a picnic on Labor Day

You go to town on Saturday

But go to church ev'ry Sunday

They call it Nutbush

Oh Nutbush

Call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale

If you get drunk no bail

Saltpork and molasses

Is all you get in jail

They call it Nutbush

Oh Nutbush

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

Call it Nutbush city limits

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