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Sanatçı: Udo Dirkschneider

albüm: My Way


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 the store on Fridays,
You go to church on Sundays.
They call it Nutbush,
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limit.
Nutbush city.
You go to 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 Nutbush city limits.
Nutbush city.
No whiskey for sale,
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.
Nutbush city.
Nutbush city limits.
Nutbush city.
Nutbush city limits.
Nutbush city.
Nutbush city limits.
Nutbush city.
Nutbush city limits.
Nutbush city.

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