Ike & Tina Turner - 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

They call it nutbush city limits

Twenty-five for the speed limit

Motorcycle not allowed in it

You go to store on Fridays

You go to church on Sundays

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 Saturdays

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 caught no bail

Salt pork and molasses

Is all you get in jail

They call it nutbush, oh nutbush

They call it nutbush

Nutbush city limits

A little old town in Tennessee

A quiet little community

A one-horse town

You have to watch what you're putting down