A church house, gin house A school house, outhouse On highway number 19 The people keep the city clean They call it nutbush Oh nutbush Call it nutbush city limits Nutbush city
You go 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 Nutbush city
No whiskey for sale You can't cop no bail Salt pork and molasses Is all you get in jail They call it nutbush Oh Nutbush They call it nutbush city Nutbush city limits
A quite little old community A one-horse town You have to watch What you're putting down
Nutbush city limits Nutbush city
Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits
