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    "Nutbush City Limits" Lyrics

    Ike & Tina Turner feat. Ike 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
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    Twenty-five was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it
    You go to store on Fridays, you go to church on Sundays
    They call it Nutbush, little old town, oh Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    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

    They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    No whiskey for sale, if you get caught, no bail
    Salt pork and molasses is all you get in jail
    They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
    Yeah, they call it Nutbush, [Incomprehensible], Nutbush city limits

    A little old town in Tennessee,
    That's called a quiet little community
    A one-horse town, you have to watch what you're putting down
    In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush
    This song was submitted on September 3rd, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
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