Tina Turner — Nutbush City Limits

[Verse 1] A church house, gin house School house, outhouse On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean [Chorus] They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city [Verse 2] Twenty-five was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to store on Fridays You go to church on Sundays [Chorus] They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Said they call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city [Verse 3] You go to field on the weekdays And have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturdays And go to church on Sundays [Chorus] They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city [Verse 4] No whiskey for sale You get drunk, no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jail [Chorus] They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush I said they call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city [Verse 5] A little old town in Tennessee Quiet little old community One-horse town You got to watch what they're putting down [Outro] Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Oh Oh They call it Nutbush, yeah They call it Nutbush Nutbush city limits