Lyrics:

A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
Highway number 19
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits (Nutbush city)
25 was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday
Go to church on Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city, Nutbush city
You go to the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
And go to church every Sunday
Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
Nutbush city limits, they call it Nutbush

No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
Nutbush city, they call it Nutbush city
A little old town in Tennessee
A quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch
Yeah, what they're puttin' down
Nutbush, one more time
Nutbush, one more time
Nutbush, one more time

Nutbush, one more time
Nutbush, one more time
Nutbush, one more time
Nutbush, one more time

Nutbush, one more time
Nutbush, one more time
Nutbush, one more time

Now the guys and I
Want to do one more song to close the evening
Because tonight paradise is here