Luyện nghe bài hát Starkville City Jail

They put this microphone down here 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 that
Terry, is that
Will you tune this son for me?
Got all kinds of songs, here's one called "A boy 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 there, is that alright?
You want me to leave it
Just put it there then
Where in the is my guitar? Oh, here it is
(Where's Johnny?)
We're sorry to say, the Luther away seven months 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 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, I got all my things

There's a, a, there's a little red notebook back there
Would somebody, would one of the bring it to me
Somebody 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

it like 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 into it
Where somebody can understand it and feel it .
Well we've been in prisons
San Quentin, and Folsom prison, and the Starkville jail
An El jail. And uh.
You wouldn't believe it, one night I got in in Starkville Mississippi
For flowers.
I was down the street. I may sing heaven for you a little bit later
I was down the street....what?
Excuse me I couldn't hear you I was
I was down the street, and uh
You know, going to get me cigarettes or something
two in the morning, after a show. I think 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 hell in boy, what are you doing?
Said, I'm just flowers
Well,thirty six dollars for picking flowers and a night in (goddamn)
You can't hardly win can ya,
No telling 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 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 magnolia

I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, in the southern breeze.
I found surrounded; one policeman said: "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 City 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 emptied out my pockets, took my pills and 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 Starkville jail.

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

Then I sadly remembered that they even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out, I "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 City jail.
And you go to the Starkville jail.