Santana (with The Cardinals):
church house, gin house
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):
Twenty-five is the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays

They call it Nutbush, little old town
Woah, Nutbush
They 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 (The Cardinals):
Alright, hey-hey, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Ha, ha, ha, ha, hey (Aah)
Oh, yeah (Nutbush city limits)
Nutbush, woah

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):
Little old town in Tennessee (Ooh-ooh)
It's called (Nutbush city limits)
(Aah) quiet, little [bad word] 
one-horse town you have to watch
What you're puttin' down

Santana with The Cardinals:
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits

Santana (with The Cardinals):
Oh (Nutbush)
They call it (Nutbush)
They call it (Nutbush city limits)