Текст песни Ike and Tina Turner - Nutbush City Limits
Ike and Tina Turner - Nutbush City Limits слова песни
A church housegin housea school houseouthouseon Highway Number NineteenThe people keep the city clean.They call it NutbushohNutbushCall it Nutbush city limits.Twentyfive was the speed limitMotorcycle not allowed in itYou go t`the store on FridayYou go to church on Sunday.They call it NutbushohNutbushCall it Nutbush city limits.You go t`the fields on week daysAnd have a picnic on Labor DayYou go to town on SaturdayBut go to church ev`ry Sunday.They call it Nutbush. . .No whiskey for saleYou can`t cop no bailSaltpork and molassesIs all you get in jail.They call it Nutbush. . .Little old town in TennesseeThat`s called a quiet little old communityA one-horse townYou have to watchWhat you`re puttin` down in old Nutbush.They call it Nutbush.