Nutbush city limits (NR).

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Promis c'est la dernière (POUR L'INSTANT).

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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

They call it Nutbush city limits

You go to the fields on weekdays

And have a picnic on Labor Day

You go to town on Saturday

And go to church every Sunday

They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush

They call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale

If you get drunk no bail

Salt pork and molasses

Is all you get in jail

They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush

They call it Nutbush city,

A quiet little community

A one-horse town

You have to watch what you're putting down

 Nutbush city limits, Nutbush city.

Oh Nutbush, they call it Nutbush, they call it Nutbush city limits !

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