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Nutbush City Limits (The 90's Version)

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

Call it Nutbush city limitsTwenty-five was the speed limit

Motorcycle not allowed in it

You go t'the store on Friday

You go to church on Sundays

They call it Nutbush, little old town

Oh, Nutbush

They call it Nutbush city limitsYou go to the fields on week days

And have a picnic on Labor Day

You go to town on Saturday

But go to church every Sunday

They call it Nutbush

Oh, Nutbush

They call it Nutbush city limitsNo whiskey for sale

You get caught, and no bail

Salt pork and molasses

Is all you get in jail

They call it Nutbush

Oh, Nutbush

Yeah, they call it Nutbush city

Nutbush city limits

Songwriters

ISAAC HAYES, DAVID PORTERPublished by

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