Nutbush City Limits — текст песни (Tina Turner)

Twenty-five for speed limit

Motorcicle not allowed in it

You go to store on friday

You go to church on sunday

They call it nutbush, 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 saturday

And go to church every sunday

They call it nutbush, oh nutbush

They call it nutbush city limits



No whiskey for sale

If you get drunk no bail

Salt pork and molasses

Is all you get in jail

They call it nutbush, oh nutbush

They call it nutbush city limits



A little old town in tennessee

A quiet little community

A one-horse town

You have to watch what you`re putting down

In old nutbush, oh nutbush