[Intro]
Wrote a song yesterday
I tried, it takes a lot of imagination sometimes to write a song
And to really, really put something into it where somebody else can understand it and feel it
We've been in several prisons
San Quentin and Folsom Prison and the Starkville, Mississippi jail
And the El Paso jail, and, uh
You wouldn't believe it, one night, I got in jail in Starkville, Mississippi for picking flowers
I was walkin' down the street, I may sing that one for you a little bit later on, I was walkin' down the street, what?
Excuse me, I couldn't hear you, I was talking
I was walkin' down the street and, uh
You know, goin' to get me some cigarettes or something
About two o'clock in the morning after a show, I think it was
Anyway, I reached down to pick a dandelion here and a daisy here as I went along, and this car pulls up
Said, "Get it the hell in here, boy, what are you doing?"
I said, "I'm just pickin' flowers," well
Thirty-six dollars for picking flowers and a night in jail
Goddamn, you can't hardly win, can you? Damn
No tellin' what you'd do if you pull an apple or something
Well, I'd like to do this song on behalf of all you guys here at San Quentin to kind of get back at whoever you want to out there
In my case, I'd like to get back at the fella down in Starkville, Mississippi that still has my thirty-six dollars
[Verse 1]
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 2 AM?"
They're bound to get you 'cause they got a curfew
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
Wrote a song yesterday
I tried, it takes a lot of imagination sometimes to write a song
And to really, really put something into it where somebody else can understand it and feel it
We've been in several prisons
San Quentin and Folsom Prison and the Starkville, Mississippi jail
And the El Paso jail, and, uh
You wouldn't believe it, one night, I got in jail in Starkville, Mississippi for picking flowers
I was walkin' down the street, I may sing that one for you a little bit later on, I was walkin' down the street, what?
Excuse me, I couldn't hear you, I was talking
I was walkin' down the street and, uh
You know, goin' to get me some cigarettes or something
About two o'clock in the morning after a show, I think it was
Anyway, I reached down to pick a dandelion here and a daisy here as I went along, and this car pulls up
Said, "Get it the hell in here, boy, what are you doing?"
I said, "I'm just pickin' flowers," well
Thirty-six dollars for picking flowers and a night in jail
Goddamn, you can't hardly win, can you? Damn
No tellin' what you'd do if you pull an apple or something
Well, I'd like to do this song on behalf of all you guys here at San Quentin to kind of get back at whoever you want to out there
In my case, I'd like to get back at the fella down in Starkville, Mississippi that still has my thirty-six dollars
[Verse 1]
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 2 AM?"
They're bound to get you 'cause they got a curfew
And you go to the Starkville City Jail
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