Nutbush City Limit - T ZONE
Written by：T. 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
Twenty five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to the store on Fridays
And go to church on Sundays
They call it nutbush
Little ole town
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 Saturdays
And go to the church ev'ry Sunday
You call it nutbush
You call it nutbush city
Nutbush city limits
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
You 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 get to watch
What's you're puttin' down in old nutbush
They call it nutbush
Oh nutbush
