Nutbush City Limits The 90's Version

Church house, gin house. School house, outhouse. On Highway number nineteen. The people keep the city clean. They call it Nutbush. Oh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush city limits. Nutbush city. Twenty-five's the speed limit. Gonna drive a lot lovin'. They gonna snow on Friday. Go to church on Sunday. They call it Nutbush. Oh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush city limits. Nutbush city. They gonna eat on weekday. And have a picnic on Labor Day. They gonna tire on Saturday. And go to church every Sunday. They call it Nutbush. Oh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush city limits. Hey, Nutbush city. Hang on. No whiskey for sale. If you get drunk, no bail. Sour mash and molasses Is all you get in jail. They call it Nutbush. Oh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush City. Nutbush city limits. It's a little old town in Tennessee. It's a quiet, little Community. One-horse town. They got to watch What they put down. Oh, Nutbush City. They They call it Nutbush city. They call it Nutbush city