Ike Turner Nutbush City Limits Lyrics

Nutbush City Limits Lyrics

Church-house, gin-house

 School-house, out-house

 On highway number nineteen

 The people keep the city clean

 

 They call it Nutbush

 Oh, Nutbush

 Call it Nutbush city limits

 

 Twenty-five was the speed limit

 A motorcycle not allowed in it

 You go to school on Fridays

 To go to church on Sundays

 

 They call it Nutbush

 Oh, lovely town

 Oh, Nutbush

 Call it Nutbush city limits

 

 You're gonna feel on weekdays

 And have a picnic on Labour Day

 You go to town on Saturdays

 But go to church every Sunday

 

 They call it Nutbush

 Oh, Nutbush

 Call it Nutbush city limits

 

 There's no whiskey for sale

 You get caught no bail

 Soft port and molasses

 Is all you get in jail

 

 They call it Nutbush

 Oh Nutbush

 Yeah, they call it Nutbush city

 Nutbush city limits

 

 Little old town in Tennessee

 That's called a quiet little old community

 A one-horse town

 You have to watch what you're putting down

 

 Oh Nutbush

 They call it Nutbush...