Nutbush city limits Tina Turner Words & Music: Tina Turner Church-house, gin-house 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 A motorcycle not allowed in it You go to school on Fridays To go to church on Sundays They call it Nutbush Oh, lovely town Oh, Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits You're gonna feel on weekdays And have a picnic on Labour Day You go to town on Saturdays But go to church every Sunday They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits There's no whiskey for sale You get caught no bail Soft port and molasses Is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush Yeah, they 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 have to watch what you're putting down Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush... ---------------------------- Jean-Olivier LOIZE ---------------------------- http://www.chez.com/joloize/ mailto:joloize@chez.com mailto:joloize@sade.com