Текст (слова) песни: Tina Turner - 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 you`re putting down In old nutbush, oh nutbush
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