Nutbush City Limits

Santana:

A church house, gin house

A school house, outhouse

On highway number 19

The people keep the city clean

They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush

Call it



Santana with The Cardinals:

Nutbush city limits



The Cardinals:

Nutbush city



Santana:

Twenty-five is 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



Santana with The Cardinals:

Nutbush city limits



The Cardinals:

Nutbush city



Santana:

You go the fields on weekdays

And have a picnic on Labor day

You go to town on Saturdays

But go to church every Sunday

They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush

They call it



Santana with The Cardinals:

Nutbush city limits



The Cardinals:

Nutbush city (Santana: Hey!)



Santana:

Alright, hey, hey, yeah!

Oh, yeah, yeah!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, hey

Oh, yeah (The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits)

Nutbush

Woah



No whiskey for sale

You can't cop no bail

Salt pork and molasses

Is all you get in jail

They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush

They call it



Santana with The Cardinals:

Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits



Santana:

Little old town in Tennessee

It's called (The Cardinals: Nutbush city limits)

A quite little old community

A one-horse town you have to watch

What you're puttin' down



Santana with The Cardinals:

Nutbush city limits, Nutbush city



Santana (with The Cardinals):

Oh (Nutbush)

They call it (Nutbush)

They call it (Nutbush city) limits!