Lyrics:

A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On Highway Number Nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush
Little Ol' Town
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits.
You go t'the fields on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays
But go to church ev'ry Sunday
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale
You can't cop no bail
Salt-pork and molasses
Is all that you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city
Call it Nutbush city limits
Little old town in Tennessee
That's called a quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch
What you're puttin' down in old Nutbush.
They call it Nutbush
Oh Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits