Starkville City Jail

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    Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,
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    the town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well.
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    I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees,
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    I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze.
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    I found myself surrounded, one policeman said, "That's him !
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    Come along, wild flower child, don't you know that it's two a.m.?"
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    They're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew,
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    and you go to the Starkville City jail.

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    Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town.
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   I said, "What the hell did I do?" And he said, "Shut up and sit down!"
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   Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks.
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   I said, "Wait, my name is..." "Aw, shut up!" Well I sure was in a fix.
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   The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night.
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   I said, "Come back here, you so and so, I ain't bein' treated right."
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   Well, they're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew,
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   and you go to the Starkville City Jail.