Church house, chicken house School house, outhouse On U.S. Number Nineteen Yeah, the people keep the city clean They go to Nutbush Nutbush Nutbush City Nutbush City Limits
Twenty-five is the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it Go to town on Saturday Go to church on a Sunday
Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit
No whiskey for sale Can't find a female Salt pork and molasses All you gonna get when in jail
Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit
Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit Go field on weekday Go picnic on Labor Day Go to town on Saturday Go to church on a Sunday
Nutbush City Nutbush City Limit
Little old town down in Tennessee A quiet little suburban community Nothing much happening in Nutbush You watch the corn grow You gotta watch out for the police When you're driving in Nutbush You gotta watch out for the police When you're driving in Nutbush You gotta watch out for the police When you're driving in Nutbush Keep an eye for the police Eye for the police,
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Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah
Got my foot through the floor Tearing up the city all night long, oh yeah Spent all my money on cheap sensations Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation
Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah
Well, the bullets are flying But the chicken is frying all around, amen And I'm out in my Malibu
I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been Cruising south 85 to buy some thrills Gotta get a heaping helping of heaven and hell
Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah
Just when I had enough, can't take no more Got a new friend knocking at the door He said the sun's coming up but the party ain't slowing Here's a little something to get you going
Well, the bullets are flying But the chicken is frying all around, amen And I'm out in my Malibu
I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been Spent all my money on cheap sensations Feeling like the king of the barbecue nation
Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah
well i come from down in some dirt-water town where theres nothin to do and nothing cool around spent lonely days learnin bout life goin wrong as sung to me in dead mans song
never been nowhere aint no where to go just pray your not around when i finally explode
'cause sometimes it feels like everyone arounds out to get me so leave me alone 'cause im full of hate and whisky
one day my dady said boy you look like hell get a restraiing order against yourself
and my moma asked what would jesus do i said he wouldnt give a damn he'd be just like you
'cause sometimes it feels like everyone arounds out to get me so leave me alone 'cause im full of hate and whisky