A church house
ginhouse
A school house
outhouse
On highway
number nineteen
Where 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
Little ol' town
Oh Nutbush
They call it
Nutbush city limits
You go to
the fields 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
They call it
Nutbush city limits
No whisky for sale
You get caught no bail
Salt pork
and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
Well 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
putting down