Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this 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 right?
Terry, is right?
you tune this son bitch for me?
Got all kinds of songs, here's one called "A boy sue"
You to hear that one?
You want to "a boy named sue"?
I do too. I'm to hear it
I don't know how in the hell it's gonna sound. I'm anxious to it
Does that camera block your right there, is that alright?
You me to leave it there?
Just put it there then
Where in the hell is my Oh, here it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther passed away months ago
After being with us for 13 years. Perkins
And uh, the fella that is the guitar with us now is doing a wonderful job
'Course can really replace Luther.
How about one big cheer for Luther

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

There's a, there's a, there's a little red notebook back
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 back of mine, you know,
That's got all the I stole in it

Telling it like it is, I? Alright

a song yesterday. I try.
It takes a lot of imagination to write a to write a song
And to really, to really put into 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 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 down the street....what?
me I couldn't hear you I was talking
I was down 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 this car up.
Said, get it the hell in here boy, what are you
Said, I'm picking flowers
Well,thirty six dollars for picking and a night in jail (goddamn)
You can't win can ya, goddamn
No telling what they'd do if you pull an apple or
I'd like to do this song 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 had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well.
I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the magnolia trees;

I was whistlin', flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze.
I found myself surrounded; one policeman "That's him.
Come along, wild flower child. Don't you know 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 driving 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 said: "Wait, my is..." "Ah, shut up."
Well, I was in a fix.

The sergeant put me in a cell, then he home for the night;
I said: "Come here, you so and so;
I ain't 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 awhile and kick awhile, and all nobody came.

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