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A church house, gin houseA school house, outhouse On highway number nineteenThe people keep the city cleanThey call it Nutbush, oh NutbushThey call it Nutbush city limitsNutbush city Twenty-five was the speed limitMotorcycle not allowed in itYou go t'the store on FridayYou go to church on SundaysThey call it Nutbush, oh NutbushSaid they call it Nutbush city limitsNutbush city You go to the fields on week daysAnd have a picnic on Labor DayYou go to town on SaturdayBut go to church every SundayThey call it Nutbush, NutbushThey call it Nutbush city limitsNutbush city No whiskey for saleYou get drunk, no bailSongtexteSalt pork and molassesIs all you get in jailThey call it Nutbush, oh, NutbushThey call it Nutbush city limitsNutbush city A lil old town on the TennesseeQuiet little old community, one-horse townYou got to watch what they're puttin' downOld Nutbush. They call it NutbushThey call it NutbushOh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush Aus Songtexte Mania