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

Nutbush city

Twenty-five was the speed limit

Motorcycle not allowed in it

You go t'the store on Friday

You go to church on Sundays

They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush

Said they call it Nutbush city limits

Nutbush city

You go to the fields on week days

And have a picnic on Labor Day

You go to town on Saturday

But go to church every Sunday

They call it Nutbush, Nutbush

They call it Nutbush city limits

Nutbush city

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

They call it Nutbush city limits

Nutbush city

A lil old town on the Tennessee

Quiet little old community, one-horse town

You got to watch what they're puttin' down

Old Nutbush. They call it Nutbush

They call it Nutbush

Oh, Nutbush. They call it Nutbush