Текст песни TINA TURNER - Nutbush City Limits
TINA TURNER - Nutbush City Limits слова песни
Текст песни TINA TURNER - Nutbush City Limits
A church house gin houseA school house outhouseOn highway number nineteenThe people keep the city cleanThey call it nutbush, oh nutbushThey call it nutbush city limits( )Twenty-five for speed limitMotorcicle not allowed in itYou go to store on fridayYou go to church on sundayThey call it nutbush, oh nutbushThey call it nutbush city limitsYou go to the fields on weekdaysAnd have a picnic on labor dayYou go to town on saturdayAnd go to church every sundayThey call it nutbush, oh nutbushThey call it nutbush city limitsNo whiskey for saleIf you get drunk no bailSalt pork and molassesIs all you get in jailThey call it nutbush, oh nutbushThey call it nutbush city limitsA little old town in tennesseeA quiet little communityA one-horse townYou have to watch what you're putting downIn old nutbush, oh nutbush