A little old town in Tennessee,
They call it Nutbush city limits
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Twenty-five was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
You go to town on Saturdays but go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale, if you get caught, no bail
They call it Nutbush, little old town, oh Nutbush
That's called a quiet little community
You go to store on Fridays, you go to church on Sundays
Salt pork and molasses is all you get in jail
A one-horse town, you have to watch what you're putting down
Yeah, they call it Nutbush, [Incomprehensible], Nutbush city limits
You go to the fields on weekdays and have a picnic on Labor day
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
