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      Twenty-five was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it   You go to 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 to the fields on weekdays and have a picnic on Labor day   You go to town on Saturdays but go to church every Sunday   They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush   They call it Nutbush city limits      No whiskey for sale, if you get caught, no bail   Salt pork and molasses is all you get in jail   They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush   Yeah, they call it Nutbush, [Incomprehensible], Nutbush city limits      A little old town in Tennessee,   That's called a quiet little community   A one-horse town, you have to watch what you're putting down   In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush