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
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
A 'lil old town
Oh Nutbush
You call it Nutbush City Limits
You go to fields
on a weekday
And have a picnic
on Labor Day
You go to town
on Saturdays
And go to church
every Sunday
They call it Nutbush
Wo Nutbush
You call it Nutbush City Limits
No whiskey for sale
You can't cop no bail
Salt pork and molasses
is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City
Nutbush City Limits
A 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