GLEE - Nutbush City Limits | Текст песни

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Santana (with The Cardinals):
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 (Nutbush city limits)

The Cardinals:
Nutbush City

Santana (with The Cardinals):
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

(The Cardinals: Oooh) They call it Nutbush
(The Cardinals: Oooh) Oah, Nutbush
They call it (Nutbush city limits)

The Cardinals:
Nutbush city (Santana: Hey)

Santana (with The Cardinals):
No whiskey for sale (Ooh-ooh)
You can't cop no bail (Ooh-ooh)
Salt pork and molasses (Ooh-ooh)
Is all you get in jail (Ooh-ooh)

(Oooh) They call it Nutbush
(Oooh) Oah, Nutbush
They call it

Santana with The Cardinals:
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits

Santana (The Cardinals):
(Aah) A quiet, 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)


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