Church house, gin house
School house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen,
The people keep the city clean
[Tina Turner's main stock in trade is vocal interpretation and performance; this is one song which, to me, is special because she WROTE it -- about her childhood home-town.] ...
They call it Nutbush,
Oh -- Nutbush
Said they call it Nutbush City Limits
Nutbush City --
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycles not allowed in it
You go to the store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday
They call it
Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush City Limits
Nutbush City --
You go to fields on weekdays
Have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
Go to church every Sunday
They call it
Nutbush -- oh Nutbush
Nutbush City Limits
Hey! -- Nutbush City ...
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
Said they call it
Nutbush City --
Nutbush City Limits
Little old town in Tennessee
That's called a quiet little old
community
One-horse town;
you got to watch what you're puttin' down
Nutbush City --
Nutbush City Limits --
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["Nutbush City Limits," Released June, 1973, Vinyl 7" single, United Artists.]
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You can find several versions of this, most notably by --
Tina Turner
the Ike and Tina Turner Revue
Bob Seger ...
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Monday, May 23, 2011
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