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Nutbush City Limits

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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 Call it Nutbush city limits. Twentyfive was the speed limit Motorcycle not allowed in it You go t'the store on Friday You go to church on Sunday. They call it Nutbush oh Nutbush Call it Nutbush city limits. You go t'the fields on week days And have a picnic on Labor Day You go to town on Saturday But go to church ev'ry Sunday. They call it Nutbush . . . No whiskey for sale You can't cop no bail Saltpork and molasses Is all you get in jail. They call it Nutbush . . . Little old town in Tennessee That's called a quiet little old community A one-horse town You have to watch What you're puttin' down in old Nutbush. They call it Nutbush.

Home

ALAN JACKSON "Here In The Real World"
In a small town down in Georgia over forty years ago Her maiden name was Musik til she met that Jackson boy They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name But they believe the one you vow to love Should always stay that same And on the land his daddy gave him, a foundation under way For a love to last forever or until their dying day They built a bond that's strong enough to stand the test of time And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind And they made their house from a toolshed Grandaddy rolled down on two logs And they builts walls all around it And they made that house a home They taught us 'bout good living They taught is right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this world I'll call home My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me She found her strength with faith in Gof and love of family She never had a social life, home was all she knew Except the time she took a job, to play a bill or two My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired He never earned much money but he gane us all he had He never made the front page but he did the best he couold And folks drove their cars from miles around To let him look underneath the hood And they made their house from a toolshed Grandaddy rolled down on two logs And they builts walls all around it And they made that house a home They taught us 'bout good living They taught is right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this world I'll call home No there'll never be another place in this world That I'll call home

Don't Call Me Up

MICK JAGGER "Goddess In The Doorway"
I was trying to forget you But you won't tell me how Lately I'm finding it tricky With your picture plastered all over town Friends pick you up in conversation Just to see how I'll react I get this internal lacerations That jack me up and lay me out flat But I can't throw my life away I can't give the game away You just wandered off the stage And left me dealing with the pain So don't call me up Oh when you wanna cry Cos I might let you down Don't call me up On some rainy night Cos I might let you down Let you down People ask have you seen her I say not for a while I'm gonna see my girlfriend Way down in Argentina We're gonna have a blast for a while But I see you in my inner eye Touch me with a gentle smile Wonder if you catch my mood Can you feel my solitude So don't call me up Oh when you wanna cry Cos I might let you down Don't call me up When some other guy Hangs your heartstrings out to dry As the waves crash around And the stars hit the ground I'll be out of my mind once again As the rain lashes down And the stars can't be found I will hold my head high Don't call me up [cont] And just gaze at the sky I was under your spell And you took me to hell Don't call me up If you wanna cry I might let you down Don't call me up If you want some lie I might let you down Might let you down Might let you down Might let you down I was trying to forget you Yeah But you won't tell me how Now you're out all over town You're plastered all over town Plastered all over town

Thin Blue Flame

JOSH RITTER "The Animal Years"
I became a thin blue flame Polished on a mountain range And over hills and fields I flew Wrapped up in a royal blue I flew over Royal City last night Bullfighter on the horns of a new moon's light Caesar's ghost I saw the war-time tides The prince of Denmark's father still and quiet The whole world was looking to get drowned Trees were a fist shaking themselves at the clouds I looked over curtains - it was then that I knew Only a full house gonna make it through I became a thin blue wire That held the world above the fire And so it was I saw behind Heaven's just a thin blue line If God's up there he's in a cold dark room The heavenly host are just the cold dark moons He bent down and made the world in seven days And ever since he's been a-walking away Mixing with nitrogen in lonely holes Where neither seraphim or raindrops go I see an old man wandering the halls alone But only a full house gonna make a home And I became a thin blue stream The smoke between asleep and dreams And in that clear blue undertow Saw Royal City far below Borders soft with refugees Streets a-swimming with amputees It's a Bible or a bullet they put over your heart It's getting harder and harder to tell them apart The days are nights and the nights are long Beating hearts blossom into walking bombs And those still looking in the clear blue sky for a sign Get missiles from so high they might as well be divine And now the dogs are howling at your door Singing 'bout vengeance like it's the joy of the Lord Bringing justice to the enemies not the other way round They're guilty where killed and they're killed where they're found If what's loosed on earth will be loosed up on high It's a Hell of a Heaven we must go to when we die Where even Laurel begs Hardy for vengeance please The fat man's crying on his hands and his knees Back in the peacetime he caught roses on the stage Now he twists indecision, takes bourbon for rage Lead pellets peppering aluminium Halcyon, laudanum and opium Sings kiss thee Hardy this poisoned cup His winding sheet is busy winding up In darkness he looks for the lights that've died You need faith for the same reasons that it's so hard to find And this whole thing is headed for a terrible wreck And like good tragedy that's what we expect At night I make plans for a city laid down The hips of a girl on the spring covered ground Spirals and capitals in the twists of a script Streets named for heroes that could almost exist Fruit trees of Eden and the gardens that seem To float like the smoke from a lithium dream Cedar trees growing in the cool of the squares Young women walking in the portals of prayer The future glass buildings and the past an address The weddings in pollen and the wine bottomless And all wrongs forgotten and all vengeance made right The suffering verbs put to sleep in the night The future descending like a bright chandelier The world just beginning and the guests in good cheer In Royal City I fell into a trance 'Cause it's hell to believe there ain't a hell of a chance I woke beneath a clear blue sky The sun a shout, the breeze a sigh The old home town and the streets I knew Were wrapped up in a royal blue I heard my friends laughing out across the fields The girls in the gloaming and the birds on the wheel The raw smell of horses and the warm smell of hay Cicadas electric in the heat of the day A run of Three Sisters and the flush of the land And the lake was a diamond in the valley's hand The straight of the highway and the scattered out hearts They were coming together, they were pulling apart And angels everywhere were in that midst In the ones that I loved, in the ones that I kissed I wondered what it was I'd been looking for above Heaven's so big there ain't no need to look up So I stopped looking for royal cities in the air Only a full house gonna have a prayer Only a full house Only a full house

Church Pew Or Barstool

JASON ALDEAN "My Kinda Party"
Not a whole lot going on, a small town Friday night Revving up at a red light, on your mark get set go Past a mom and pop restaurant Same four trucks parked out front I guess you gotta make your own fun When you’re stuck in a place this slow There’s only two means of salvation around here that seem to work Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival When you don’t seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don’t make sense These big town dreams that I’ve been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don’t want, to fall in, the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kind of town I’m like that AM station, that never comes in right Till you pass the city limit sign, that’s the only time it all gets clear Well it’s crystal clear that I, just need to find A place where there is no lines And nothing like it is around here Someplace where it don’t feel like this world revolves around Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival When you don’t seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don’t make sense These big town dreams that I’ve been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don’t want, to fall in, the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kind of town Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around Whiskey or the Bible, a shot glass or revival When you don’t seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don’t make sense These big town dreams that I’ve been chasing Will never come true if I wind up staying And I don’t want, to fall in, the same rut That everybody here seems to be stuck in now Why do I hang around In this church pew or bar stool kind of town Yeah I need to get out, of this church pew or bar stool kind of town Yeah yeah

Nutbush City Limtis

BOB SEGER "Beautiful Loser"
words and music by Tina Turner 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, NUTBUSH, NUTBUSH CITY, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS. 25 IS THE SPEED LIMIT, MOTORCYCLES NOT ALLOWED IN IT. GO TO TOWN ON SATURDAY, GO TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY. UP IN ... UP IN ... NUTBUSH CITY, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS. SAY IT AGAIN... WORK THE FIELDS ON WEEKDAYS, HAVE A PICNIC EVERY LABOR DAY. GO TO TOWN ON A FRIDAY, BE IN CHURCH ON A SUNDAY. UP IN ... UP IN ... NUTBUSH CITY, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS. LITTLE OLD TOWN, DOWN IN TENNESSEE. A REAL QUIET COMMUNITY, A REAL QUIET SOUTHERN COMMUNITY. NOT MUCH HAPPENS IN NUTBUSH; YOU CAN HEAR THE CORN GROW. GOT TO WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE, DRIVIN' THROUGH NUTBUSH. GOT TO WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE, IF YOU'RE DRIVIN' THROUGH NUTBUSH. WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE, WATCH OUT FOR THE POLICE. KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE POLICE, KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE POLICE. AN EYE OUT FOR THE POLICE. NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS, NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS.

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