Nutbush City Limits ( Ike & Tina Turner ) Marcus Nimbler

Nutbush City Limits performed and programming by Marcus Nimbler written by Tina Turner Nutbush City Limits - Lyrics A church house, gin house A school house, outhouse 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 t’the store on Fridays You go to church on Sundays They call it Nutbush, little old town Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits You go t’the field on week days And have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturdays But go to church ev’ry Sunday They call it Nutbush Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits No whiskey for sale You get caught, no bail Saltpork 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 It’s called a quiet, little old community A one-horse town You have to watch What you’re puttin’ down in old Nutbush They call it Nutbush