Then I sadly remembered, they didn't even take my name
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
'Cause they got a curfew
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks
'Cause they got a curfew
They're bound to get you
I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze
Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town
I said "Wait, my name is" "Awe, shut up" Well, I sure was in a fix
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel door of my cell
I started pacin' back and forth and now and then, I'd yell
I said, "What the hell did I do?" And he said, "Shut up and sit down"
They're bound to get you
At 8 a.m., they let me out, I said, "Gimme them things of mine!"
I said "Come back here, you so and so, I ain't bein' treated right"
'Cause they got a curfew
I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees
Come along, wild flower child, don't you know that it's 2 a.m."
Well, they're bound to get you
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile and all night nobody came
The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night
I found myself surrounded, one policeman said, "That's him
They gave me a sneer and a guitar pick and a yellow dandelion
