A church-house, gin-house
A school-house, out-house
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh, Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits

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, little old town
Oh, Nutbush, they call it Nutbush city limits

You go to field on weekdays
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
They call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale
You can't cob 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

A little old town in Tennessee
That's called a quiet little old community
A one-horse town
You have to watch what you're puttin' down
In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush ....