| Bb | F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | |
| Well, I | left my mot | el | room, down at | the | Starkville | Mot | el, |
| F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | |
| The | town had gone | to | sleep and I | was | feelin' | fairly | well. |
| Bb7 | Eb | Bb7 | Eb | Bb7 | Eb | Bb7 | Eb | |
| I st | rolled along | the | sidewalk 'neath | the | sweet magnol | ia t | rees; |
| F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | F7 | Bb | |
| I | was | whistlin', pick | in' | flowers, swayi | n' | in the | southern | breeze. |
| F | C7 | F | C7 | F | C7 | F | |
| I | found myself | surr | ounded; one | pol | iceman said: " | That's | him. |
| Eb | Bb7 | Eb | Bb7 | Eb | Bb7 | E | |
| Come along, | wild | flowerchild. Don't | you | know that it's two | a.m | ." |
| E7 | F | |
| They're bound | to | get you. |
| E7 | E | |
| Cause they got | a | curfew. |
| F#7 | F | Eb | Ddim | F7 | Bb | |
| And you go | to the | Stark | ville | 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. |