Chords for Johnny Cash - Starkville City jail - Live at San Quentin

They put this microphone down here near my _ guitar. _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ Let it [Db] all hang out. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ I thought my guitar was out of tune at [C] first.
_ You sorry son of a_
[F] _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ It is out of tune. _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ Is that right? _
Terry, is that right? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Will you tune this son of a bitch [Eb] for me?
[N] _ _ I'll tell you when it's in. _ _
_ Boom.
_ Let's do it. _
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Got all kinds of songs.
Here's one [F] called The Boy Named Sue.
[Eb] _ _
_ [Bb] _ [Abm] You wanna hear that one?
[N] You wanna hear The Boy Named Sue?
I do too.
I'm anxious to hear it.
I don't know how the hell this is gonna sound.
I'm anxious to hear it.
Is that blocking camera view right there, is that alright?
You want me to leave it there?
I'll put it there then. _
_ _ _ I'll put it back. _ _
Where the hell is my guitar?
_ [Bb] _ _ _
_ We're sorry to say that Luther passed away seven months ago.
I have to have been with us for 13 years, Luther Perkins. _ _
And the fella that is playing the guitar with us now is doing a wonderful job.
But of course nobody can really replace Luther.
How about one big cheer for Luther Perkins? _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ Hey, I had a song called San Quentin that I was gonna do.
Where is my_
Hey, in my kit back in there where I got all my dope, I mean where I got all my _ things_
There's a _ _ _ _ _ _ little red notebook back there
Would one of the guards bring it to me?
Somebody bring it to me.
Bring me the red notebook and I will_
_ _ _ _ _ _ Hey, that briefcase back there of mine, you know, it's got all the songs I [Eb] stole in it. _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Tellin' it like it is, ain't it?
Alright. _
_ _ [Ebm] _ [Bb] Wrote a song yesterday.
I tried.
It takes a lot of imagination sometimes to write a song.
And to really put something into it where somebody else can understand it and feel it.
Well, [Eb] we've been in several prisons.
_ [Bb] San Quentin and Folsom Prison and the Starkville, Mississippi jail.
[Ebm] And El Paso [F] jail.
And [Bb] _ you wouldn't believe it, one night I got in jail in Starkville, Mississippi for picking flowers.
I was walking down the street.
I may sing that one for you a little bit later on.
I was walking down the street.
What?
_ _ Excuse me, I couldn't hear you.
I was talking.
_ I was walking down the street and, you know, going 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 and picked a dandelion here and a daisy there as I went along.
And this car pulls up.
I said, get it the hell in here, boy.
What are you doing?
He said, I'm just picking flowers. _
[Eb] [F] Well?
_ Thirty-six dollars for picking [Bb] flowers.
And a night in jail.
[F] God damn.
You can't hardly [Eb] win, can you?
Damn.
No telling what you'd do if you'd pull [N] an apple or something. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Well, I'd [E] like to do [A] this song on behalf of all you guys here at San Quentin
to [Gb] kind of get back at whoever you want to out there.
In my case, I'd like to get back at the fellow down in Starkville, Mississippi that still has my thirty-six [E] dollars.
[A] Well, I left my motel room down at the Starkville Motel.
The town had gone to sleep and I was feeling fairly well.
[D] I strolled along the sidewalk, meet the sweet magnolia trees.
[A] I was whistling, picking flowers, swaying in the southern breeze.
[E] I found myself surrounded.
One policeman said, that's him.
[Dm] Come along, wildflower child, [D] don't you know that it's the way up?
They're [E] bound to get you, cause they [D] got a curfew.
[A] And you [E] go to the Starkville [A] City Jail.
Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town.
I said, what the hell did I do?
And he said, shut up and sit down.
Well, they emptied out [D] my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks.
[A] I said, wait, my name is all shut up.
Well, I sure was in a fix.
[E]
The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night.
I [D] said, come back here, you so-and-so.
I ain't being treated right.
Well, they're bound [E] to get you, cause they got [D] a curfew.
And you go [E] to the Starkville [A] City Jail.
I started pacing back and forth, and now and then I'd yell.
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel door of my cell.
[D] I'd walk a while and kick a while, and all night nobody came.
[A] Then I sadly remembered, they didn't even take my name.
At [E] eight a.m. they let me out.
I said, give me them things of mine.
[Ab] They'd give [D] me a sneer and a guitar pick and a yell or a dandelion.
They're [E] bound to get you, cause [D] they got a curfew.
And [A] you go to [E] the Starkville City Jail.
And you go to the [A] Starkville City Jail.
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