Starkville City Jail lyrics

Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,
The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin` fairly well.
I strolled along the sidewalk `neath the sweet magnolia trees;

I was whistlin`, pickin` flowers, swayin` in the southern breeze.
I found myself surrounded; one policeman said: `That`s him.
Come along, wild flower child. Don`t you know that it`s two a.m.`

They`re bound to get you.
`Cause they got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville City jail.

Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town;
I said: `What the hell did I do?` He said: `Shut up and sit down.`

Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks.
I said: `Wait, my name is...` `Awe shut up.` Well, I sure was in a fix.

The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night;
I said: `Come back here, you so and so; I ain`t bein` treated right.`

Well, they`re bound to get you, cause they got a curfew,
And you go to the Starkville City Jail.

I started pacin` back and forth, and now and then I`d yell,
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel floor of my cell.
I`d walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night nobody came.

Then I sadly remembered that they didn`t even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out. I said: `Gimme them things of mine!`
They gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a yellow dandelion.

They`re bound to get you, `cause they got a curfew,
And you go to the Starkville City Jail.