Cash On The Barrelhead

Got in a little trouble down at the county seat Lord they put me in the jailhouse for loafin' on the street When the judge heard the verdict, I was a guilty man He said, 45 dollars, or 30 days in the can That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son You can make your choice, you're twenty-one No money down, no credit plan No time to chase you, i'm a busy man Found a telephone number, on a laundry slip ANd a good hearted jailer, with a six gun hip He let me call long distance, she said, number, please No sooner than I told her, she shouted out at me That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son Not part, not half, but the entire sum No money down, no credit plan Cause the littel bird tells me you're a travinlin' man THirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road i was feelin' mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load Saw a greyhound commin' stuck out my thumb Before i got to my seat, the driver caught my arm Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, sun This grey dog, gets paid to run When the engine starts, and the wheels don't roll Give me cash on the barrelhead, i'll take you down the road