Tina Turner - Nutbush City Limits текст песни

(t. turner)

Producer (73): ike turner

Album: nutbush city limits(73),the collected recordings(94)

Producers (91): c. j. mackintosh and dave dorrell

Album: simply the best (91)

Producers(93): chris lord-alge,roger davies and tina turner

Album: whats love got to do with it (93)

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

They call it nutbush city limits

Twenty-five for speed limit

Motorcicle not allowed in it

You go to store on friday

You go to church on sunday

They call it nutbush, 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 saturday

And go to church every sunday

They call it nutbush, oh nutbush

They call it nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale

If you get drunk no bail

Salt pork and molasses

Is all you get in jail

They call it nutbush, oh nutbush

They call it nutbush city limits

A little old town in tennessee

A quiet little community

A one-horse town

You have to watch what youre putting down

In old nutbush, oh nutbush