Nutbush City Limits

A church house, gin house A school house, outhouse Highway number 19 The people keep the city clean They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits (Nutbush city) 25 was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to store on Friday Go to church on Sunday They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city, Nutbush city You go to the fields on weekdays And have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturday And go to church every Sunday Nutbush, oh, Nutbush Nutbush city limits, they call it Nutbush 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 Nutbush city, they call it Nutbush city A little old town in Tennessee A quiet little old community A one-horse town You have to watch Yeah, what they're puttin' down Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Nutbush, one more time Now the guys and I Want to do one more song to close the evening Because tonight paradise is here