Cash On The Barrelhead
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Got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse for loafin' on the street
When the judge read the verdict, I was a guilty man
He said, "Forty-five dollars or thirty days in the can"
"And that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can take your choice, you're twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you, 'cause I'm a busy man"
Found a telephone number on the laundry slip
Had a good-hearted jailer with a six-gun hip
Let me call long-distance, she said, "Number, please"
No sooner than I told her, she shouted out at me
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
Not part, not half, but the entire sum
No money down, no credit plan
'Cause a little bird tells me you're a travelin' man"
Thirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road
I was feelin' mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load
Saw a Greyhound comin', stuck out my thumb
And just before I got seated, the driver called my arm
He said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
This old grey dog gets paid to run
When the engine stops, Lord, the wheels don't roll
Give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road"