Beth Hart
Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa - Nutbush City Limits lyrics
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I drive home straight now A school outside house On highway number 19 The people keep the city clean They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush City Limit (Nutbush City Limit) Driving far past the speed limit Not a sacramental light 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 Limit (Nutbush City Limit) You go to feel on week days And have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturday But go to church every Sunday They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush City Limit (Nutbush City Limit) No whiskey for sale You kick up no meal So go get molasses And so you get in jail They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush City Limit (Nutbush City Limit) A little tow in Tennessee That’s called… A quiet little old community A… a one horse town You have to watch What you’re putting down In little old Nutbush They call it Nutbush Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit They call it Nutbush City Limit (they call it, they call it…) (Nutbush City Limit) Oh, Nutbush