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STARKVILLE CITY JAIL

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Well I l  eft my mote  l roo  m down at th  e Sta  rkville Mot  el    
T  he to  wn had gone to   slee  p and I was   feel  in' fair  ly well  .
I   strol  led along th  e side  walk 'neath the   sweet   magnolia t  rees;  
I w  as wh  istlin' pickin  ' flo  wers swayin'   in th  e sout  hern bree  ze.
I f  ound myself s  urrou  nded; one po  licem  an said: "Tha  t's him  .
C  ome along w  ild fl  owerchild. Don't yo  u know   that it's two a.  m."    
They're bound t  o get   you.
Cause they got   a cur  few.
And you go t  o the S  tarkv  ille   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..." "Aw 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.

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