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Lyrics of Nutbush City Limits by Ike Turner,Tina Turner
verse
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
verse
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
verse
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
verse
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
outro
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
Writer(s): Bob Seger
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All the Best: The Hits
Album • 2004 • 18 tracks
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Nutbush City Limits
Ike Turner, Tina Turner
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