LYRICS
A church house, gin house
School house outhouse
On highway number neen
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 store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
You go to field on weekdays
And have a pic on Labor Day
And go to town on Saturdays
And go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
A city called Nutbush city limits
A little old town in Tennessee
Quiet littlemunity
One-horse town
You have to watch what they're putting down