Nutbush City Limits
Tina Turner
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number 19
The people keep the city clean
They call it nutbush
Oh nutbush
Call it nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
You go the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on labor day
You go to town on saturdays
But go to church every sunday
They call it nutbush
Oh nutbush
They call it nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
No whiskey for sale
You can't cop no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
A quite little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch
What you're putting down
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits