Tina Turner and Ike Turner – Nutbush City Limits

Tina Turner and Ike Turner – Nutbush City Limits – 1973.

This is what real music is, and what real performers are. Tina Turner was the whole package! Legendary dancer, phenomenal singer and performer. Plus she was a fine looking woman.

Ike & Tina Turner were an American musical duo active during the 1960s and 1970s, consisting of the husband-and-wife team Ike Turner and Tina Turner. Rolling Stone ranked them No. 2 on their list of the 20 Greatest Duos of All Time.

Beginning in 1960, they performed live as the Ike & Tina Turner Revue, supported by Ike Turner’s band the Kings of Rhythm and backing vocalists called the Ikettes. The Ike & Tina Turner Revue was regarded as “one of the most potent live acts on the R&B circuit”. Their live performances were a musical spectacle in the style of James Brown and the Famous Flames.

The duo’s early recordings, which include “A Fool In Love”, “It’s Gonna Work Out Fine”, and “I Idolize You”, became high points in the development of soul music. Their later works are noted for interpretive re-arrangements of rock songs such as “Come Together”, “Honky Tonk Woman”, and “Proud Mary”, the latter of which won them a Grammy Award in 1972. The Turners’ professional and personal relationship ended in 1976, and their divorce was finalized in 1978.

Ike & Tina Turner were inducted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 1991. They have two singles inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame, “River Deep – Mountain High” and “Proud Mary”.
—Musikladen

Lyrics:
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