Nutbush City Limits
Composer(s): Ike Turner; Tina Turner
Performer(s): Ike & Tina Turner;
and various other artists



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