Santana (with The Cardinals)
A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number 19
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Call it (Nutbush city limits)
The Cardinals
Nutbush City
Santana (with The Cardinals)
Twenty-five is 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
Woah, Nutbush
They call it (Nutbush city limits)
The Cardinals
Nutbush City
Santana (with The Cardinals)
You go the fields on weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor day
You go to town on Saturdays
But go to church every Sunday
(The Cardinals Oooh) They call it Nutbush
(The Cardinals Oooh) Oah, Nutbush
They call it (Nutbush city limits)
The Cardinals
Nutbush city (Santana Hey)
Santana (The Cardinals)
Alright, hey-hey, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Ha, ha, ha, ha, hey (Aah)
Oh, yeah (Nutbush city limits)
Nutbush, woah
No whiskey for sale (Ooh-ooh)
You can't cop no bail (Ooh-ooh)
Salt pork and molasses (Ooh-ooh)
Is all you get in jail (Ooh-ooh)
(Oooh) They call it Nutbush
(Oooh) Oah, Nutbush
They call it
Santana with The Cardinals
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
Santana (The Cardinals)
Little old town in Tennessee (Ooh-ooh)
It's called (Nutbush city limits)
(Aah) A quiet, little old community
A one-horse town you have to watch
What you're puttin' down
Santana with The Cardinals
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
Santana (with The Cardinals)
Oh (Nutbush)
They call it (Nutbush)
They call it (Nutbush city limits)
