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.