Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone down 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 right?
Terry, is that
Will you this son bitch for me?
Got all of songs, here's one called "A boy named sue"
You want to hear one?
You want to "a boy named sue"?
I do too. I'm anxious to it
I know how in the hell it's gonna sound. I'm anxious to hear it
Does that camera block your view there, is that alright?
You want me to leave it
gonna put it there then
Where in the hell is my guitar? Oh, it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther passed away months ago
After with us for 13 years. Luther Perkins
And uh, the fella that is the guitar with us now is doing a wonderful job
'Course nobody can really 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 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 little red notebook there
Would somebody, one of the guards bring it to me
bring it to me, bring me the red notebook, and I will uh..

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

Telling it it is, ain't I? Alright

Wrote a yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of imagination to write a sometimes to write a
And to really, to really put something it
Where somebody can understand it and feel it .
Well been in several prisons
San Quentin, and prison, and the Starkville Mississippi jail
An El jail. And uh.
You wouldn't it, one night I got in jail in Starkville Mississippi
For flowers.
I was walking the street. I may sing heaven for you a little bit later
I was walking the street....what?
me I couldn't hear you I was talking
I was walking 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 here and a daisy there as I went along
And this car up.
Said, get it the hell in boy, what are you doing?
Said, I'm just picking
Well,thirty six dollars for flowers and a night in jail (goddamn)
You hardly win can ya, goddamn
No telling what they'd do if you pull an or something
Well I'd like to do this song on behalf of all you 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 six dollars

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

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

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

Well, they threw me in the car and started driving town;
I said: "What the 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 sergeant put me in a cell, 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 Starkville jail.

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

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