Starkville City Jail - Johnny Cash

Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel\nThe town had gone to sleep and I was feeling fairly well\nI strolled along the sidewalk beneath the sweet magnolia trees\nI was whistling, picking flowers, swaying in the southern breeze\nI found myself surrounded; one policeman said: «That's him\nCome along, wild flower child. Don’t you know that it’s two a. m\nThey’re bound to get you\nBecause they got a curfew\nAnd you go to the Starkville City jail\nWell, they threw me in the car and started driving into town\nI said: «What the hell did I do?» He said: «Shut up and sit down»\nWell, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks\nI said: «Wait, my name is…» «Awe shut up.» Well, I sure was in a fix\nThe sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night\nI said: «Come back here, you so and so; I ain’t being treated right\nWell, they’re bound to get you\nBecause they got a curfew\nAnd you go to the Starkville City Jail\nI started pacing back and forth, and now and then I’d yell\nAnd kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel floor of my cell\nI’d walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night nobody came\nThen I sadly remembered that they didn’t even take my name\nAt 8 a.m. they let me out. I said: «Gimme them things of mine!\nThey gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a yellow dandelion\nThey’re bound to get you\nBecause they got a curfew\nAnd you go to the Starkville City Jail\nGo to the Starkville City Jail