So You Think You Can Dance - Nutbush City Limits lyrics

A church house, gin house 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 to store on Fridays You go to church on Sundays They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city You go to field on weekdays And have a picnic on Labor Day And go to town on Saturdays And go to church on Sundays They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits Nutbush city No whiskey for sale You get drunk, no bail Salt pork and mola**es Is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush A city called Nutbush city limits Nutbush city A little old town in Tennessee Quiet little community One-horse town You have to watch what they're putting down Oh Nutbush They call it Nutbush They call it Nutbush, Nutbush Oh Nutbush, yeah They call it Nutbush Nutbush city limits