Letra de Nutbush City Limits
A church house, gin house A school house, outhouse On highway number nineteen The people keep the city cleanThey call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limitsTwenty-five was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to store on Friday You go to church on SundayThey call it Nutbush, been a long time, oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limitsYou go to the fields on weekdays And have a picnic on labor day You go to town on Saturday And go to church every SundayThey call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limitsNo whiskey for sale You can't cop no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jailThey call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits, Nutbush city limitsLittle 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