Ike & Tina Turner — Nutbush City Limits

[Verse 1] A church house gin house A school house outhouse On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean [Refrain] They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits [Verse 2] Twenty-five was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to the store on Fridays You go to church on Sundays [Refrain] They call it Nutbush, a little old town Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limit [Verse 3] You go to the fields on weekdays And have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturdays But go to church every Sunday [Refrain] They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 4] No whiskey for sale You get caught, no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jail [Refrain] They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Well, they call it Nutbush city Nutbush city limits [Outro] Little old town in Tennessee that's called Quiet little old community A one-horse town You have to watch What you're puttin' down In old Nutbush They call it Nutbush