Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put microphone down here near my guitar
Heh, let it all out
I my guitar was out of tune at first
You son of a..
It is out of
Is that
Terry, is that
Will you tune this son for me?
Got all kinds of songs, here's one called "A boy sue"
You want to hear one?
You to hear "a boy named sue"?
I do too. I'm anxious to it
I don't know how in the hell it's sound. I'm anxious to hear it
Does that camera block your right there, is that alright?
You me to leave it there?
gonna put it there then
Where in the hell is my guitar? Oh, it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the passed away seven months ago
After being with us for 13 years. Perkins
And uh, the fella that is playing the with us now is doing a wonderful job
nobody can really replace Luther.
How about one big cheer for Luther

Yeah, I had a called San Quentin, I was going to do
my....hey, in my kit back in there where I've got all my dope
I mean, where I got all my

There's a, there's a, there's a red notebook back there
Would somebody, would one of the bring it to me
bring it to me, bring me the red notebook, and I will uh..

Hey, that, that briefcase there of mine, you know,
That's got all the songs I in it

Telling it like it is, I? Alright

a song yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of to write a sometimes to write a song
And to really, to really put something it
Where else can understand it and feel it .
Well we've in several prisons
San Quentin, and Folsom prison, and the Starkville Mississippi
An El jail. And uh.
You wouldn't believe it, one night I got in in Starkville Mississippi
For flowers.
I was walking down the street. I may sing for you a little bit later
I was down the street....what?
Excuse me I couldn't hear you I was
I was walking the street, and uh
You know, going to get me some or something
two in the morning, after a show. I think it was
Anyway, I down and picked a dandelion here and a daisy there as I went along
And car pulls up.
Said, get it the hell in here boy, what are you
Said, I'm picking flowers
Well,thirty six dollars for picking flowers and a night in (goddamn)
You can't win can ya, goddamn
No telling what they'd do if you pull an apple or
Well I'd like to do this song on behalf of all you guys in San
To kinda get back at whoever you want to out
In my case, I'd like to get back at the fella down in Mississippi
That has my thirty six dollars

Well, I my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,
The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' well.
I strolled along the 'neath the sweet magnolia trees;

I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, in the southern breeze.
I found myself one policeman said: "That's him.
Come along, wild flower child. Don't you know it's two a.m."

They're to get you.
'Cause got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville jail.

Well, they threw me in the car and started into town;
I "What the hell did I do?"
And he "Shut up and sit down."

Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my and guitar picks.
I said: "Wait, my name is..." "Ah, up."
Well, I was in a fix.

The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the
I said: "Come here, you so and so;
I ain't treated right."

Well, bound to get you.
they got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville jail.

I pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell,
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel of my cell.
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all nobody came.

Then I sadly remembered that they even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I said: "Gimme them of mine!"
They gave me a sneer and a pick, and a yellow dandelion.

bound to get you.
'Cause got a curfew.
And you go to the City jail.
And you go to the City jail.