Nhạc sĩ: Tina Turner
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A church house, gym house, a school house, outhouse
On highway number 19, the people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush City Limit
25 was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to school on Fridays, you go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, a little old town, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City Limit
You go to jail on weekdays, and have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays, but go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City Limit
No whiskey for sale, you get caught, no bail
Ballpark and molasses is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City Limit
Little old town in Tennessee, it's called
Quiet little old community
A one-horse town, you have to watch what you put down
And oh Nutbush, they call it Nutbush
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