Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone down here 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 son bitch for me?
Got all of songs, here's one called "A boy named sue"
You want to hear that
You want to hear "a boy sue"?
I do too. I'm to hear it
I know how in the hell it's gonna sound. I'm anxious to hear it
Does camera block your view right there, is that alright?
You me to leave it there?
Just gonna put it then
Where in the is my guitar? Oh, here it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the passed away seven months ago
being with us for 13 years. Luther Perkins
And uh, the fella that is playing the guitar with us now is a wonderful job
'Course can really replace Luther.
How about one big cheer for Perkins

Yeah, I had a song called San Quentin, I was 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
Somebody bring it to me, bring me the red notebook, and I 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 a lot of imagination to write a sometimes to write a song
And to really, to really put something it
Where somebody else can understand it and it .
Well we've in several prisons
San Quentin, and Folsom prison, and the Mississippi jail
An El jail. And uh.
You believe it, one night I got in jail in Starkville Mississippi
For flowers.
I was walking down the street. I may sing heaven for you a 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 some or something
'Bout two in the morning, after a show. I it was
Anyway, I reached down and picked a dandelion here and a daisy 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 dollars for picking flowers and a night in (goddamn)
You can't hardly win can ya,
No what they'd do if you pull an apple or something
Well I'd like to do this on behalf of all you guys in San Quentin
To kinda get at whoever you want to out there
In my case, I'd like to get back at the fella down in Mississippi
That still has my thirty six

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

I was whistlin', flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze.
I found myself surrounded; one 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 City jail.

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

Well, they emptied out my pockets, my pills and guitar picks.
I "Wait, my name 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 ain't bein' right."

Well, they're to get you.
'Cause 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 forty dollar shoes against the steel of my cell.
I'd walk and kick awhile, and all night nobody came.

Then I sadly that they didn't even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I said: "Gimme things of mine!"
They gave me a and a guitar 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 Starkville jail.