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 flowerchild Don't you know that it's 2:00 AM' 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...' '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 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 8:00 AM 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