Tina Turner "Nutbush City Limits" lyrics

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Nutbush City Limits

A church house, gin houseA school house, out houseOn highway number nineteenThe people keep the city cleanThey call it Nutbush,Oh Nutbush,Call it Nutbush City Limits

Twenty-five was the speed limitMotorcycle not allowed in itYou go to the store on fridayYou go to church on sundayThey call it Nutbush (a little old town)Oh, NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limits

You go to the fields on weekdaysAnd have a picnic on Labor DayYou go to town on saturdayBut go to the church ev'ry sundayThey call it Nutbush,Oh, NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limits

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No whisky for saleYou can't cop no bailSalt pork and molassesIs all you get in jailThey call it Nutbush,Oh, NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limits

Little old town in TennesseeThat's called "A quiet little old community"A one-horse town you have to watchWhat you're puttin' down in old NutbushThey call it Nutbush,Oh, NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limits

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