Nutbush City Limits

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
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on [C7]Friday
You go to [C7]church on [C7]Sundays
They call [Em]it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Said they call [Em]it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

You go to [C7]the fields on [C7]week days
And have a picnic on [C7]Labor Day
You go to [C7]town on [C7]Saturday
But go to [C7]church every Sunday
They call [Em]it Nutbush, Nutbush
They call [Em]it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

No whiskey for [Dm7]sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and [Bm]molasses
Is all [Em]you [A7get in jail
They call [Em]it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
They call [Em]it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

A lil old town on [C7]the Tennessee
Quiet little old community, one-horse town
You got [Fm7]to [C7]watch what they're puttin' down
Old Nutbush. They call [Em]it Nutbush
They call [Em]it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush. They call [Em]it Nutbush