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Nutbush City Limits

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
Nutbush city

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Friday
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

You go to the fields on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
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
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

A lil old town on the Tennessee
Quiet little old community, one-horse town
You got to watch what they're puttin' down
Old Nutbush. They call it Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush
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Songwriters: TURNER, TINA

Album: Ike and Tina Turner [Platinum Disc]

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<pre><font size='+2'>IKE TURNER - NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS LYRICS</font><br />A church house, gin house<br />
A school house, outhouse <br />
On highway number nineteen<br />
The people keep the city clean<br />
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush<br />
They call it Nutbush city limits<br />
Nutbush city<br />
 <br />
Twenty-five was the speed limit<br />
Motorcycle not allowed in it<br />
You go t'the store on Friday<br />
You go to church on Sundays<br />
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush<br />
Said they call it Nutbush city limits<br />
Nutbush city<br />
 <br />
You go to the fields on week days<br />
And have a picnic on Labor Day<br />
You go to town on Saturday<br />
But go to church every Sunday<br />
They call it Nutbush, Nutbush<br />
They call it Nutbush city limits<br />
Nutbush city<br />
 <br />
No whiskey for sale<br />
You get drunk, no bail<br />
Salt pork and molasses<br />
Is all you get in jail<br />
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush<br />
They call it Nutbush city limits<br />
Nutbush city<br />
 <br />
A lil old town on the Tennessee<br />
Quiet little old community, one-horse town<br />
You got to watch what they're puttin' down<br />
Old Nutbush. They call it Nutbush<br />
They call it Nutbush<br />
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