A church house, gin houseA school house, outhouseOn highway number 19The people keep the city cleanThey call it Nutbush. Oh NutbushCall it Nutbush city limitsNutbush City
Twenty-five is the speed limitMotorcycle not allowed in itYou go to store on FridayYou go to church on SundayThey call it Nutbush, little old townOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush city limitsNutbush City
You go the fields on weekdaysAnd have a picnic on Labor dayYou go to town on SaturdaysBut go to church every SundayThey call it NutbushOh NutbushThey call it Nutbush city limitsNutbush city
No whiskey for saleYou can't cop no bailSalt pork and molassesIs all you get in jailThey call it Nutbush cityNutbush city limitsCall it nutbush city limits
Little old town in TennesseeIt's called (Nutbush city limits)A quite little old communityA one-horse town you have to watchWhat you're putting down
Nutbush city limits, Nutbush city
Oh (Nutbush)They call it (Nutbush)They call it (Nutbush city limits)!