e|-----------------| B|-----------------| G|-----------------| D|-2-4-2-4-5-4-2-4-| A|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-| E|-----------------| Intro: verse 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 Call it Nutbush city limits verse Twentyfive was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it You go to the store on Fridays, you go to church on Sundays They call it Nutbush (little old town), Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city limits verse You go to field on week days, and have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturdays, but go to church ev'ry Sunday. They call it Nutbush, Oh, Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits Instrumental verse No whiskey for sale, you can't cop no bail Saltpork and molasses, is all you get in jail They call it Nutbush, Oh, Nutbush They call it Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits. Outro: Little old town in Tennessee, that's called, quiet (little old community) A one-horse town, you have to watch, what you're puttin' down in old Nutbush. They call it Nutbush.