Paroles de la chanson NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS par Tina Turner
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Paroles de la chanson NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS par Tina Turner
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Producer (73): Ike Turner
Album: Nutbush City Limits(73),The Collected Recordings(94)
Producers (91): C. J. Mackintosh and Dave Dorrell
Album: Simply The Best (91)
Producers(93): Chris Lord-Alge,Roger Davies and Tina Turner
Album: What's Love Got To Do With It (93)
A church house gin house
A school house outhouse
On highway number nineteen
Producer (73): Ike Turner
Album: Nutbush City Limits(73),The Collected Recordings(94)
Producers (91): C. J. Mackintosh and Dave Dorrell
Album: Simply The Best (91)
Producers(93): Chris Lord-Alge,Roger Davies and Tina Turner
Album: What's Love Got To Do With It (93)
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
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday
They call it Nutbush,little old town, 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
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Friday
You go to church on Sunday
They call it Nutbush,little old town, 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 caught no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
A little old town in Tennessee
A quiet little community
A one-horse town
You have to watch what you're putting down
In old Nutbush, oh Nutbush
If you get caught no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
A little old town in Tennessee
A quiet little community
A one-horse town
You have to watch what you're putting down
In old Nutbush, oh Nutbush
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