Sam Brown - Nutbush City Limits lyrics

Church-house gin-house School-house out-house 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 A motorcycle not allowed in it You go to school on fridays To go to church on sundays They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush Call it Nutbush City limits You're gonna feel 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 Call it Nutbush City limits There's no whiskey for sale You get caught no bail Soft port and mola**es Is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush yeah Nutbush City limits