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

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