Glee – Nutbush City Limits lyrics

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!