Glee - Nutbush City Limits lyrics

Santana: A church house, gin house A school house, outhouse On highway number 19 The people keep the city clean They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush Call it Santana with The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits The Cardinals: Nutbush city Santana: Twenty-five is the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go to store on Friday You go to church on Sunday They call it Nutbush, little old town Oh Nutbush They call it Santana with The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits The Cardinals: Nutbush city Santana: You go the fields on weekdays And have a picnic on Labor day You go to town on Saturdays But go to church every Sunday They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush They call it Santana with The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits The Cardinals: Nutbush city (Santana: Hey! ) Santana: Alright, hey, hey, yeah! Oh, yeah, yeah! Ha, ha, ha, ha, hey Oh, yeah (The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits) Nutbush Woah No whiskey for sale You can't cop no bail Salt pork and mola**es Is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush They call it Santana with The Cardinals: Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits Santana: Little old town in Tennessee It's called (The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits) A quite little old community A one-horse town you have to watch What you're puttin' down Santana with The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits, Nutbush city Santana (with The Cardinals): Oh (Nutbush) They call it (Nutbush) They call it (Nutbush city) limits!