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Lyrics by: Tina Turner
# Debut Chart
22 Sep '73 Hot 100

Lyrics

Church-house, gin-house School-house, out-house On highway number nineteen The people keep the city clean They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits Twenty-five was the speed limit A motorcycle not allowed in it You go to store on Fridays To go to church on Sundays They call it Nutbush Lil old town Oh, Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits


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You go to field on weekdays And have a picnic on Labour Day You go to town on Saturdays But go to church every Sunday They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits There's no whiskey for sale 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 city Nutbush city limits Little old town in Tennessee That's called a quiet little old community A one-horse town You have to watch what you're putting down Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush...

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