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Nutbush City Limits - Funk
Written by：Tina Turner
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 limits
Twentyfive was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday
They call it Nutbush a little town
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
You go t'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 limits
No whiskey for sale
You can't cop no bail
Saltpork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
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 puttin' down