| By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Thursday, April 2, 1998 - 09:21 am: |
A school house, out house On highway number 19 The people keep the city clean They call it NUTBUSH, Ohhh NUTBUSH Nutbush City Limits... |
| By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Friday, April 3, 1998 - 12:48 pm: |
"25 was the speed limit motorcycles not aloud in it..." Ok... Come on... Who's got the next line? |
| By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Sunday, June 28, 1998 - 10:04 am: |
Can I be the ONLY Tina devotee on these threads? |
| By Matt E. Stevens on Tuesday, July 7, 1998 - 09:22 am: |
School house, outhouse, On Highway Number 19, The people keep the city clean, They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush, They call it Nutbush City Limits 25 was the speed limit, Motorcycles not allowed in it. You go to the store on Friday, You go to church on Sunday, They call it Nutbush (a little ole' town), OHH Nutbush!!! They call it Nutbush City Limits. You go to field on weekdays, And have a picnic on Labor Day, You go to town on Saturday, And go to church EVERY Sunday, They call it Nutbush, (Whoaahhh Nutbush!!!), They call it Nutbush City Limits. 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, Nutbush City Limits. A little ole' town in Tennessee, Quiet little old community, One horse town, You got to watch-what they're putting down, Oh Nutbush, They call it Nutbush, Nutbush City Limits (fade out). |
| By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Tuesday, July 7, 1998 - 10:02 am: |
YOU GO BOY! |