Nutbush City Limits Lyrics by Tina Turner

Nutbush City Limits Lyrics

    (t. turner)
    Producer (73): ike turner
    Album: nutbush city limits(73),the collected recordings(94)
    Producers (91): c. j. mackintosh and dave dorrell
    Album: simply the best (91)

    Producers(93): chris lord-alge,roger davies and tina turner
    Album: what's love got to do with it (93)


    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
    They call it nutbush city limits

    Twenty-five for speed limit
    Motorcicle not allowed in it
    You go to store on friday
    You go to church on sunday
    They call it nutbush, oh nutbush
    They call it nutbush city limits

    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
    They call it nutbush, oh nutbush
    They call it nutbush city limits

    No whiskey for sale
    If you get drunk no bail
    Salt pork and molasses
    Is all you get in jail
    They call it nutbush, oh nutbush
    They call it nutbush city limits

    A little old town in tennessee
    A quiet little community
    A one-horse town
    You have to watch what you're putting down
    In old nutbush, oh nutbush

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