v.1
Well I left my motel room down at the Starkville Hotel
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 summer breeze

I found myself surrounded, one policeman said "That's him!"
"Come along, wild flower child, it's two AM"
Well they're bound to get you, cause they got a curfew
And you go to the Starkville City Jail

v.2
Well they threw me in the car and started drivin' into town
I said "What the hell did I do?" he just said "Shut up an' sit down"
Well they emptied out my pockets, took my pills an' guitar picks
I said "Wait, my name is --" "Just shut up!", I sure was in a fix

The seargant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night
I said "Come back here, you so-an-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

v.3
Well I started pacin' back an' forth, an' now an' then I'd yell
An' kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel door of my cell
I'd walk awhile an' kick awhile, an' all night nobody came
Then I sadly remembered, they didn't even take my name

Well at eight AM they let me out, I said "Gimme them things o' mine!"
Well he gimme a sneer an' a guitar pick, an' a yellah dandelion
Well they're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
You go to the Starkville City Jail