Nutbush City Limits - Lyrics - Live Bullet - Bob Seger

Title: Nutbush City Limits
Album: Live Bullet
Artist: Bob Seger
Composer(s): Tina Turner

Lyric:
There's a church house, gin house
School house, outhouse
On us, 19
Hey, the people keep the city clean

They call it Nutbush, Nutbush
Nutbush City, Nutbush City limits
25 is the speed limit
Motorcycles not allowed in it

Go to town on Saturday
Go to church on Sunday
Up in, up in Nutbush City
Nutbush City limits, say it again

Work the fields on weekdays
Have a picnic, every labor day
Go to town on a Friday
Be in church on a Sunday

Up in, up in Nutbush City
Nutbush City limits, little old town
Down in tennessee

A real quiet community
A real quiet southern community
Not much happens in Nutbush
You can hear the corn grow

Got to watch out for the police
Drivin' through Nutbush
Got to watch out for the police
If you're drivin' through Nutbush

Watch out for the police
Watch out for the police
Keep an eye out for the police
Keep an eye out for the police
An eye out for the police

Nutbush City limits
Nutbush City limits
Nutbush City limits

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Nutbush City Limits - Lyrics - Nashville Pussy

Title: Nutbush City Limits
Artist: Nashville Pussy
Composer(s): Tina Turner

Lyric:
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 was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays, you go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, little old town, 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 Saturdays but go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale, if you get caught, no bail
Salt pork and molasses is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Yeah, they call it Nutbush, [Incomprehensible], Nutbush city limits

A little old town in Tennessee,
That's called a quiet little community
A one-horse town, you have to watch what you're putting down
In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush

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Nutbush City Limits - Lyrics - Ike &Amp; Tina Turner

Title: Nutbush City Limits
Artist: Ike &Amp; Tina Turner
Composer(s): Tina Turner

Lyric:
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 was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays, you go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, little old town, 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 Saturdays but go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale, if you get caught, no bail
Salt pork and molasses is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Yeah, they call it Nutbush, [Incomprehensible], Nutbush city limits

A little old town in Tennessee,
That's called a quiet little community
A one-horse town, you have to watch what you're putting down
In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush

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