Nutbush

28 March, 2016 at 21:20 | Posted in Varia | 1 Comment

 

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  1. Nutbush City Limits

    By Ike & Tina Turner

    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 Friday
    You go to church on Sundays
    They call it Nutbush, little old town
    Oh, Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    You go to the fields on week days
    And have a picnic on Labor Day
    You go to town on Saturday
    But go to church every Sunday
    They call it Nutbush
    Oh, Nutbush
    They call it Nutbush city limits

    No whiskey for sale
    You get caught, and no bail
    Salt pork and molasses
    Is all you get in jail
    They call it Nutbush
    Oh, Nutbush
    Yeah, they call it Nutbush city
    Nutbush city limits

    Lil’ old town on the Tennessee, that’s called
    Quiet little old community
    A one-horse town
    You have to watch
    What she’s puttin’ down
    In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush…


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