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Udo Dirkschneider - They Call It Nutbush
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[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 2]
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
[Verse 3]
You go t'the 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
Nutbush city limits
[Solo]
[Verse 4]
No whiskey for sale
You get caught, no bail
Saltpork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city limits