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 They call it nutbush city limits Twenty-five was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to the store on Friday You go to church on Sunday They call it Nutbush, been a long time, 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 Saturday But go to the church ev'ry Sunday They call it Nutbush, oh, nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits No whiskey for sale You can't cop no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush, oh, nutbush They call it nutbush city limits, 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 puttin' down in old Nutbush