Nutbush City Limits Lyrics & Chords By Bob Seger

There’s a church house, gin house,
School house, outhouse.
On U.S. 19,
Hey, the people keep the city clean.
They call it Nutbush,
Ah, Nutbush,
Nutbush city,
Nutbush city limits.
25 is the speed limit,
Motorcycles not allowed in.
Go to town on Saturday,
Go to church every Sunday.
Up in...
Up in...
Nutbush city,
Nutbush city limits.
No whiskey for sale,
Can’t find a female.
Salt pork and molasses
All you gonna get if you end in jail.
In...
In...
Nutbush city,
Nutbush city limits.
Say it again!
Little old town, oh, down in Tennessee:
A quiet little ol’ community.
A real quiet, real southern community.
Nothing much ever happens in Nutbush.
You can hear the corn grow.
You got to watch out for the police,
You’re driving through Nutbush.
You better watch out for the police,
If you’re driving through Nutbush.
You got to watch out for the police,
Eye for the police,
Keep an eye for the police,
Keep an eye for the police,
Eye for the police! Oh!
Nutbush city limits!
Nutbush city limits!
Nutbush city limits!
Stay alive!