paroles de chanson Nutbush City Limits - Beth Hart , Joe Bonamassa
I
drive
home
straight
now
A
school
outside
house
On
highway
number
19
The
people
keep
the
city
clean
()
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
(Nutbush
City
Limit)
()
Driving
far
past
the
speed
limit
Not
a
sacramental
light
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
Limit
(Nutbush
City
Limit)
()
You
go
to
feel
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
Oh
Nutbush
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
(Nutbush
City
Limit)
()
No
whiskey
for
sale
You
kick
up
no
meal
So
go
get
molasses
And
so
you
get
in
jail
()
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
(Nutbush
City
Limit)
()
A
little
tow
in
Tennessee
That′s
called...
A
quiet
little
old
community
A...
a
one
horse
town
You
have
to
watch
What
you're
putting
down
In
little
old
Nutbush
()
They
call
it
Nutbush
Oh
Nutbush
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
They
call
it
Nutbush
City
Limit
(they
call
it,
they
call
it...)
(Nutbush
City
Limit)
Oh,
Nutbush
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