(Verse)
I drive home straight now

A school outside house
On highway number 19
The people keep the city clean


(Chorus)
They call it Nutbush

Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City Limit
(Nutbush City Limit)


(Verse)
Driving far past the speed limit

Not a sacramental light in it
You go to store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday


(Chorus)
They call it Nutbush

Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City Limit
(Nutbush City Limit)


(Verse)
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


(Chorus)
They call it Nutbush

Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City Limit
(Nutbush City Limit)


(Verse)
No whiskey for sale

You kick up no meal
So go get molasses
And so you get in jail


(Chorus)
They call it Nutbush

Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush City Limit
(Nutbush City Limit)


(Verse)
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


(Chorus)
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