Starkville City Jail

Song	Starkville City Jail
Artist	Johnny Cash
Album	At San Quentin (The Complete 1969 Concert)

	作词 : johnny cash
	Well, I left my motel room, down at the
	Starkville
	MotelThe 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 himCome along, wild flower child, don't you know that it's 2 a.m."
	They're bound to get you'
	Cause they got a curfew
	And you go to the
	Starkville
	City JailWell, they threw me in the car and started driving into town
	I said, "What the hell did I do?"
	And 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 JailI started pacin' back and forth and now and then,
	I'd yellAnd kick my forty 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, 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 JailAnd you go to the
	Starkville
	City Jail

	zuò cí : johnny cash
	Well, I left my motel room, down at the
	Starkville
	MotelThe 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 himCome along, wild flower child, don' t you know that it' s 2 a. m."
	They' re bound to get you'
	Cause they got a curfew
	And you go to the
	Starkville
	City JailWell, they threw me in the car and started driving into town
	I said, " What the hell did I do?"
	And 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 JailI started pacin' back and forth and now and then,
	I' d yellAnd kick my forty 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, 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 JailAnd you go to the
	Starkville
	City Jail