Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone down near my guitar
Heh, let it all out
I thought my guitar was out of tune at
You son of a..
It is out of
Is that
Terry, is right?
Will you tune this son for me?
Got all of songs, here's one called "A boy named sue"
You to hear that one?
You want to hear "a boy sue"?
I do too. I'm anxious to it
I don't know how in the it's gonna sound. I'm anxious to hear it
Does that camera block your view right there, is alright?
You want me to leave it
Just gonna put it then
in the hell is my guitar? Oh, here it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther passed away seven ago
After being 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 really Luther.
How about one big cheer for Luther

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

There's a, a, there's a little red notebook back there
Would somebody, would one of the guards 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, ain't I?

Wrote a yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of imagination to write a sometimes to write a
And to really, to really put into it
Where somebody else can understand it and it .
Well been 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 jail in Starkville
For flowers.
I was walking down the street. I may heaven for you a little bit later
I was walking the street....what?
Excuse me I couldn't you I was talking
I was walking the street, and uh
You know, going to get me 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 in here boy, what are you doing?
Said, I'm picking flowers
Well,thirty six for picking flowers and a night in jail (goddamn)
You hardly win can ya, goddamn
No telling they'd do if you pull an apple or something
Well I'd like to do this song on behalf of all you guys in San
To kinda get back at whoever you to out there
In my case, I'd like to get at the fella down in Starkville Mississippi
That still has my six dollars

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

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

bound 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 said: "What the 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 is..." "Ah, shut up."
Well, I was in a fix.

The put me in a cell, then he went home for the night;
I said: "Come here, you so and so;
I bein' treated right."

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

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

I sadly remembered that they didn't even take my name.
At 8 a.m. let me out, I said: "Gimme them things of mine!"
gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a yellow dandelion.

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