Nutbush City Limits - Sam Brown

Nutbush City Limits - Sam Brown
Written by：Tina Turner
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 twenty five was the speed limit
A motorcycle not allowed in it no no
You go to school on Fridays
Go to church on Sundays
They call it nutbush nutbush
Oh nutbush nutbush
They call it nutbush city limits
You're gonna feel on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labour Day
Go to town on Saturdays
Go to church every Sunday
They call it nutbush nutbush
Oh nutbus nutbush
They call it nutbush city limits
There's no whiskey for sale
You get caught no bail
Soft Port and Molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it nutbush you get in jail
Oh nutbush Molasses
Yeah 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 Sunda
Nutbush
Oh nutbush yeah
It's nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
Hey nutbush
Hey nutbush nutbush
They call it nutbush city limits
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Nutbush city limits
No no no
Nutbush city limits
No no
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