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Starkville City Jail by Johnny Cash
(from "The Songs of Johnny Cash")

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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 flowerchild. Don't you know that it's two a.m."

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They're bound to get you.

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Cause they got a curfew.

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And you go to the Starkville City jail.


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

3. I started pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell,
   And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel floor of my cell.
   I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night nobody came.
   Then I sadly remembered that they didn't even take my name.
   At 8 a.m. they let me out. I said: "Gimme them things of mine!"
   They gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a yellow dandelion.
   They're bound to get you, cause they got a curfew,
   And you go to the Starkville City Jail.

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PARDON JOHNNY CASH
Celebrate the life and music of The Man in Black, Johnny Cash, in Starkville, Mississippi at the first Johnny Cash Flower Pickin' Festival.

Johnny Cash; Starkville City Jail
Johnny Cash; Starkville City Jail

Jaxster sings Johnny Cash "Starkville City Jail"
Early on the morning of May 11, 1965, Johnny Cash had just performed a concert in Starkville, Mississippi and was taking a leisurely stroll through the surrounding neighborhood. He was wandering around enjoying the night breeze, and was innocently picking flowers in someone's yard when the police pulled up in a vehicle and arrested him. He was charged with public drunkeness, spent a night in the local jail, and had to pay a small fine. Cash immortalized the event a few years later on his "Live at San Quentin" album, when he spoke of the arrest and sang the humorous song "Starkville City Jail". The inmates loved the tune, and gave him an arousing ovation. Fast forward to October 17-19, 2008. For the past two years, the town of Starkville has honored the Man In Black with a special "Pardon Johnny Cash" Festival. The festival has beaucoup Cash-related activites, and it's loads of fun for a HUGE Cash fan like myself. This year I stayed at the University Motel in downtown Starkville, which is just a block from the Starkville City Jail (actually, it's called the Oktibbeha County Jail). To my surprise, I was placed in the room (#23) next to the one Cash stayed in (#22) prior to his fateful arrest! So in honor of Johnny Cash, I had to attempt the song "Starkville City Jail" in his honor. In room #23 of course! (I apologize in advance to all Cash fans for my voice, I know I sound like a hound dog with a broken leg.)

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Starkville City Jail - Johnny Cash
Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel, The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well. I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees; I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze. I found myself surrounded; one policeman said: "That's him. Come along, wild flower child. Don't you know that it's two a.m." They're bound to get you. 'Cause they got a curfew. And you go to the Starkville City jail. Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town; I said: "What the hell did I do?" He said: "Shut up and sit down." Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks. I said: "Wait, my name is..." "Awe shut up." Well, I sure was in a fix. The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night; I said: "Come back here, you so and so; I ain't bein' treated right." Well, they're bound to get you, cause they got a curfew, And you go to the Starkville City Jail. I started pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell, And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel floor of my cell. I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night nobody came. Then I sadly remembered that they didn't even take my name. At 8 a.m. they let me out. I said: "Gimme them things of mine!" They gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a yellow dandelion. They're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew, And you go to the Starkville City Jail.