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NUTBUSH CITY LIMITSChurch-house, gin-houseSchool-house, out-houseOn highway number nineteenThe people keep the city cleanThey call it NutbushOh, NutbushCall it Nutbush city limitsTwenty-five was the speed limitA motorcycle not allowed in itYou go to school on FridaysTo go to church on SundaysThey call it NutbushOh, lovely townOh, NutbushCall it Nutbush city limitsYou're gonna feel on weekdaysAnd have a picnic on Labour DayYou go to town on SaturdaysBut go to church every SundayThey call it NutbushOh, NutbushCall it Nutbush city limitsThere's no whiskey for saleYou get caught no bailSoft port and molassesIs all you get in jailThey call it NutbushOh NutbushYeah, they call it Nutbush cityNutbush city limitsLittle old town in TennesseeThat's called a quiet little old communityA one-horse townYou have to watch what you're putting downOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush...TINA TURNER
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NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
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, lovely town
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 molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
Yeah, they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
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
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush...
TINA TURNER
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