Bob Seger Nutbush City Limits Lyrics

A church house, gin house, a little school house, outhouse
On U.S. nineteen, hey, the people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, Nutbush, oh Nutbush city limits

Twenty five is the speed limit, motorcycles not allowed in it
Go to store on Friday, go to church on Sunday
Up In ... Up In ... Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale, if you get caught no bail
Salt pork and molasses, is all you get in jail
Up In ... Up In ... Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits

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Work the fields on weekdays, have a picnic every Labor Day
Go to town on a Friday, be in church on a Sunday
Up In ... Up In ... Nutbush city, Nut bush city limits

Little old town, down in Tennessee
A real quiet community
A real quiet southern community
Not much happens in nut bush
You can hear the corn grow
Got to watch out for the police
Driving through Nut bush
Got to watch out for the police
If you're driving through Nut bush
Watch out for the police
Watch out for the police
Keep an eye out for the police
Keep an eye out for the police
An eye out for the Police

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Nutbush City Limits
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