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 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 . . . No whiskey for sale You can't cop no bail Saltpork and molasses Is all you get in jail. They call it Nutbush . . . 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. Ike & Tina Turner Lyrics Nutbush City Limits Lyrics