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  Tina Turner - Nutbush City Limits  










Français: DO RE MI FA SOL LA SI English: C D E F G A B
e|-----------------| B|-----------------| A G|-----------------| D|-2-4-2-4-5-4-2-4-| A|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-| E|-----------------| Intro: A (8) A A C G A A [Verse 1] A A A church house gin house, a school house outhouse A A On highway number nineteen, the people keep the city clean. C G They call it Nutbush, Oh, Nutbush A A Call it Nutbush city limits [Verse 2] A A Twentyfive was the speed limit, motorcycle not allowed in it A A You go to the store on Fridays, you go to church on Sundays C G They call it Nutbush (little old town), Oh, Nutbush A A They call it Nutbush city limits [Verse 3] A A You go to field on week days, and have a picnic on Labor Day A A You go to town on Saturdays, but go to church ev'ry Sunday. C G They call it Nutbush, Oh, Nutbush A A Call it Nutbush city limits [Instrumental] A A A A C G A A [Verse 3] A A No whiskey for sale; you get caught, no bail A A Saltpork and molasses, is all you get in jail C G They call it Nutbush, Oh, Nutbush A A They call it Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits. [Outro] A Little old town in Tennessee, that's called, quiet (little old community) A A one-horse town, you have to watch, what you're puttin' down in old Nutbush. A They call it Nutbush.