Nutbush City Limits

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
 
 Twenty-five was the speed limit
 Motorcycle not allowed in it
 You go t'the 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 t'the field on week days
 And have a picnic on Labor Day
 You go to town on Saturdays
 But go to church ev'ry Sunday
 They call it Nutbush
 Oh, Nutbush
 They call it Nutbush city limits
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 No whiskey for sale
 You get caught, no bail
 Saltpork 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
 It's called a quiet, little old community
 A one-horse town
 You have to watch
 What you're puttin' down in old Nutbush
 They call it Nutbush