Acorde de Nutbush City Limits - Tina Turner

Letra de Nutbush City Limits


A church house gin house

A school house outhouse

On highway number nineteen

Where people keep the city clean.

Am C

They call it Nutbush


Oh, Nutbush


Call it Nutbush city limits.

Twentyfive was the speed limit

Motorcycles not allowed in it

You go to the store on Fridays

You go to church on Sundays

They call it Nutbush (little old town)

Oh, Nutbush

Call it Nutbush city limits.

You go to fields on week days

And have a picnic on Labor Day

You go to town on Saturdays

But go to church ev'ry Sunday.


They call it Nutbush

Oh, Nutbush

Call it Nutbush city limits.


No whiskey for sale

You can't cop no bail

Saltpork and molasses

Is all you get in jail.

They call it Nutbush

Oh, Nutbush

Call it Nutbush city limits.

Little old town in Tennessee

That's called quiet( little old community)

A one-horse town

You have to watch

What you're puttin' down in old Nutbush.

They call it Nutbush.

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