Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone down here near my
Heh, let it all out
I thought my was out of tune at first
You son of a..
It is out of
Is that
Terry, is right?
Will you tune son bitch for me?
Got all kinds of songs, one called "A boy named 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 gonna sound. I'm anxious to hear it
that camera block your view right there, is that alright?
You want me to leave it
gonna put it there then
Where in the is my guitar? Oh, here it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther passed seven months ago
being with us for 13 years. Luther Perkins
And uh, the that is playing the guitar with us now is doing a wonderful job
'Course nobody can replace Luther.
How about one big for Luther Perkins

Yeah, I had a song called San Quentin, I was to do
Where's my....hey, in my kit back in there where 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, one of the guards bring it to me
Somebody it to me, bring me the red notebook, and I will uh..

Hey, that, briefcase back there of mine, you know,
got all the songs I stole in it

Telling it like it is, I? Alright

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

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

I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, in the southern breeze.
I found myself surrounded; one said: "That's him.
Come along, flower child. Don't you know that 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 driving into
I "What the hell did I do?"
And he "Shut up and sit down."

Well, they out my pockets, took my pills 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 City 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 didn't even my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I said: "Gimme things of mine!"
They gave me a sneer and a pick, and a yellow dandelion.

They're to get you.
they got a curfew.
And you go to the City jail.
And you go to the City jail.