Текст песни Nutbush City Limits - 2:55 version - Tina Turner , Ike Turner
A
church
house
gin
house
A
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
Twety-five
was
the
speed
limit
Motocycle
not
allowed
in
it
You
go
to
the
store
on
friday
You
go
to
church
on
Sunday
They
call
it
Nutbush,
Oh
nutbush
Call
it
nutbush
city
limits
You
go
to
the
fields
on
weekdays
And
have
a
picnic
on
labor
day
You
go
to
town
on
Saturday
But
go
to
the
church
ev'ry
Sunday
They
call
it
Nutbush,
Oh
nutbush
No
whiskey
for
sale
You
can't
cop
no
bail
Salt
Pork
and
molasses
Is
all
you
get
in
jail
They
call
it
Nutbush,
Oh
nutbush
Call
it
nutbush
city
limits
Little
old
town
in
Tennessee
That's
called
the
quiet
little
old
community
A
one-horse
town
you
have
to
watch
What
you're
puttin'
down
in
old
nutbush
They
call
it
nutbush,
Oh
nutbush
Call
it
nutbush
city
limits
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