NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS

A church house, gin house
A schoolhouse, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to the store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday

They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

You go to the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
And go to the church ev'ry 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
Said they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits

It's a little old town in Tennessee
It's a quiet, little old
Community
A one-horse town
You got to watch
What you're puttin' down

Oh, Nutbush city
They call it Nutbush city limits
I said Nutbush city
Oh, Nutbush city limits
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits