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 for speed limit
Motorcicle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, a little ol' town, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

You go to the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays
And go to church every 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 you get in jail

They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits

A little old town in Tennessee
That's called a quiet little ol' community
A one-horse town
You have to watch what you're putting down
In old Nutbush
They call it Nutbush