Nutbush City Limits (What's Love Got To Do With It 1993)

Текст песни Tina Turner - Nutbush City Limits (What's Love Got To Do With It 1993)

[Verse 1]
A church house, gin house
School house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean

[Chorus]
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

[Verse 2]
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays

[Chorus]
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

[Verse 3]
You go to field on the weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays
And go to church on Sundays
[Chorus]
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

[Verse 4]
No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail

[Chorus]
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
I said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

[Verse 5]
A little old town in Tennessee
Quiet little old community
One-horse town
You got to watch what they're putting down

[Outro]
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Oh
Oh
They call it Nutbush, yeah
They call it Nutbush
Nutbush city limits