Well I left my motel room down at the Starkville Motel The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairy well I strolled along the sidewalk neath the sweet magnolia trees I was whis'lin' 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 drivin' into town I said what the hell did I do and he said shutup 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 night I said come back here you so and so I ain't bein' treatin' 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 40 dollar shoes against the steel door 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 eight 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 and you go to the Starkville city jail
