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Introduction:
C
Well I left my motel room down at the Starkville Motel
C
The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well
F
I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees
C
I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze
G
I found myself surrounded one policeman said that's him
F
Come along, wild flowerchild don't you know that it's 2 AM?
G
They're bound to get you
F
Cause they got a curfew
G C
And you go to the Starkville City jail
C
Well they threw me in the car and started driving into town
C
I said What the hell did I do? He said Shut up and sit down
F
Well they emptied out my pockets took my pills and guitar picks
C
I said wait my name is aww shut up well I sure was in a fix
G
The sergeant put me in a cell then he went home for the night
F
I said Come back here you so and so I ain't bein' treated right
G
Well they're bound to get you
F
Cause they got a curfew
G C
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
C
I started pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell
C
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel door of my cell
F
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile and all night nobody came
C
Then I sadly remembered they didn't even take my name
G
At 8 AM they let me out I said gimme them things of mine
F
They gimme a sneer and a guitar pick and a yella dandelion
G
Well they're bound to get you
F
Cause they got a curfew,
G C
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
G C
And you go to the Starkville City Jail