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Nutbush City Limits Lyrics By Ike Tina Turner

    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
    oh nutbush
    call it nutbush city limits

    no whiskey for sale
    you can’t cop no bail
    saltpork and molasses
    is all you get in jail
    they call it nutbush
    oh nutbush
    call it nutbush city limits

    little old town in tennessee
    that’s called a quiet little old community
    a onehorse town
    you have to watch
    what you’re puttin’ down in old nutbush
    they call it nutbush
    oh nutbush
    call it nutbush city limits

    Artist: Ike Tina Turner

    Year: 1973

    Decade: 70s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 106