Ike & Tina Turner - Nutbush City Limits TEXT

Nutbush City Limits
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Songtext zu Nutbush City Limits

[Verse 1]
A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean

[Refrain]
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits

[Verse 2]
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it

You go to the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays

[Refrain]
They call it Nutbush, a little old town
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limit

[Verse 3]
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

[Refrain]
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

[Verse 4]
No whiskey for sale
You get caught, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail

[Refrain]
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Well, they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits

[Outro]
Little old town in Tennessee that's called
Quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch
What you're puttin' down
In old Nutbush
They call it Nutbush

Ike & Tina Turner - Nutbush City Limits Songtext

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Album: Nutbush City Limits (1973)