Lyrics Nutbush City Limits - Alvin Lee
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
They
call
it
Nutbush
city
limits
Nutbush
city
Twenty-five
was
the
speed
limit
Motorcycle
not
allowed
in
it
You
go
t'the
store
on
Friday
You
go
to
church
on
Sundays
They
call
it
Nutbush,
oh
Nutbush
Said
they
call
it
Nutbush
city
limits
Nutbush
city
You
go
to
the
fields
on
week
days
And
have
a
picnic
on
Labor
Day
You
go
to
town
on
Saturday
But
go
to
church
every
Sunday
They
call
it
Nutbush,
Nutbush
They
call
it
Nutbush
city
limits
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
They
call
it
Nutbush
city
limits
Nutbush
city
A
lil
old
town
on
the
Tennessee
Quiet
little
old
community,
one-horse
town
You
got
to
watch
what
they're
puttin'
down
Old
Nutbush.
They
call
it
Nutbush
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh,
Nutbush.
They
call
it
Nutbush
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