Nutbush City Limits (90's version) Lyrics

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
Said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

Twenty-five for speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday

They call it Nutbush, oh. Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

You go to the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
And go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush...oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Hey, Nutbush city

No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush...oh, Nutbush
Said they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
Yes sir

A little old town in Tennessee
A quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You gotta watch what you're puttin' down
In old Nutbush city
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Oh, Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits (To fade)