Tom: A
A
Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,
A7
the town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well.
D
I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees,
A
I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze.
E
I found myself surrounded, one policeman said, "That's him !
D
Come along, wild flower child, don't you know that it's two a.m.?"
E D
They're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew,
E A
and you go to the Starkville City jail.
A
Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town.
A7
I said, "What the hell did I do?" And he said, "Shut up and sit down!"
D
Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks.
A
I said, "Wait, my name is..." "Aw, shut up!" Well I sure was in a fix.
E
The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night.
D
I said, "Come back here, you so and so, I ain't bein' treated right."
E D
Well, they're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew,
E A
and you go to the Starkville City Jail.
