Beth Hart - Nutbush City Limits Lyrics
I drive home straight nowA school outside houseOn highway number 19The people keep the city cleanThey call it NutbushOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limit(Nutbush City Limit)Driving far past the speed limitNot a sacramental light in itYou go to store on FridayYou go to church on SundayThey call it NutbushOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limit(Nutbush City Limit)You go to feel on week daysAnd have a picnic on Labor DayYou go to town on SaturdayBut go to church every SundayThey call it NutbushOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limit(Nutbush City Limit)No whiskey for saleYou kick up no mealSo go get molassesAnd so you get in jailThey call it NutbushOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush City Limit(Nutbush City Limit)A little tow in TennesseeThat’s called…A quiet little old communityA… a one horse townYou have to watchWhat you’re putting downIn little old NutbushThey call it NutbushOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City LimitThey call it Nutbush City Limit (they call it, they call it…)(Nutbush City Limit)Oh, Nutbush
