Song | Starkville City Jail |
Artist | Johnny Cash |
Album | At San Quentin (The Complete 1969 Concert) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : johnny cash | |
Well, I left my motel room, down at the | |
Starkville | |
MotelThe 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 himCome along, wild flower child, don't you know that it's 2 a.m." | |
They're bound to get you' | |
Cause they got a curfew | |
And you go to the | |
Starkville | |
City JailWell, they threw me in the car and started driving into town | |
I said, "What the hell did I do?" | |
And 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 JailI started pacin' back and forth and now and then, | |
I'd yellAnd kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel door of my cell | |
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile and all night nobody came | |
Then I sadly remembered, 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 JailAnd you go to the | |
Starkville | |
City Jail |
zuo ci : johnny cash | |
Well, I left my motel room, down at the | |
Starkville | |
MotelThe 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 himCome along, wild flower child, don' t you know that it' s 2 a. m." | |
They' re bound to get you' | |
Cause they got a curfew | |
And you go to the | |
Starkville | |
City JailWell, they threw me in the car and started driving into town | |
I said, " What the hell did I do?" | |
And 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 JailI started pacin' back and forth and now and then, | |
I' d yellAnd kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel door of my cell | |
I' d walk awhile and kick awhile and all night nobody came | |
Then I sadly remembered, 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 JailAnd you go to the | |
Starkville | |
City Jail |
zuò cí : johnny cash | |
Well, I left my motel room, down at the | |
Starkville | |
MotelThe 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 himCome along, wild flower child, don' t you know that it' s 2 a. m." | |
They' re bound to get you' | |
Cause they got a curfew | |
And you go to the | |
Starkville | |
City JailWell, they threw me in the car and started driving into town | |
I said, " What the hell did I do?" | |
And 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 JailI started pacin' back and forth and now and then, | |
I' d yellAnd kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel door of my cell | |
I' d walk awhile and kick awhile and all night nobody came | |
Then I sadly remembered, 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 JailAnd you go to the | |
Starkville | |
City Jail |