Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa – Nutbush City Limits

Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa – Nutbush City Limits. (Written and originally performed by Tina Turner, 1973.)

This is the best cover of this song I’ve ever heard! Beth has such a great voice and the energy she puts into a song, WOW!

Beth’s voice makes your whole body break out in goosebumps. One of a kind powerhouse.

“Much buzzed about singer-songwriter Beth Hart, known for her raw and powerful blues-rock sound, and guitarist Joe Bonamassa, one of the best guitarists of his generation, will release their sophomore album of classic soul covers Seesaw on May 21, 2013
Seesaw is the follow up to 2011’s Don’t Explain, on which Slant called Hart “a simply peerless frontwoman;” said “Bonamassa and band accent her every phrase with requisite rowdiness, sting and grit.” called the duo “a match made in Heaven” and MOJO praised their “potent musical chemistry.” The album was nominated for a 2012 Blues Music Award.
Seesaw opens with a joyous horn reveille to kick off “Them There Eyes,” made famous in 1939 by Billie Holiday—one of Hart’s biggest inspirations. “My mother turned me on to this song when I was a kid,” says Beth. “I love the bubbliness. It’s sexy, it’s fun, and it has a great swing to it.” On the track “Nutbush City Limits,” Hart wails with an intensity that would make Tina Turner proud, and her slow and soulful burn on “I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know” pairs dramatically with Bonamassa’s smoking guitar. The tempo kicks up several notches with Hart’s tight, rocking vocals on “Can’t Let Go,” from Lucinda Williams’ Grammy-winning 1998 album Car Wheels On A Gravel Road. It’s followed by her fierce cover of “Miss Lady,” the Buddy Miles song that was originally produced by Jimi Hendrix. Hart revisits Melody Gardot’s songbook to deliver a sultry, jazzy rendition of “If I Tell You I Love You.” “See Saw,” is a Don Covay/Steve Cropper composition from Aretha Franklin’s 1968 album Aretha Now. The album closes with Hart’s haunting and atmospheric version of “Strange Fruit,” a song that began as a poem about American racism—and lynching—by Abel Meeropol.”
— HartAndBonamassa

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

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t’the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, little old town
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

You go t’the field on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays
But go to church ev’ry Sunday
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

No whiskey for sale
You get caught, no bail
Saltpork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Yeah, they call it Nutbush city

Nutbush city limits
Little old town in Tennessee
It’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

Songwriters: Tina Turner

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