Starkville City Jail - Live at San Quentin State Prison, San Quentin, CA - February 1969

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 drivin' 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 Jail
 I started pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell
 And 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 give 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
 And you go to the Starkville City Jail
 "And, I was thinking about you guys yesterday. Now, I've been here three times before, and I think I understand a little bit how you feel about some things. It's none of my business how you feel about some other things, and I don't give a damn how you feel about some other things. But anyway, I tried to put myself in your place, and I believe this is the way that I would feel about San Quentin."