Cash on the Barrelhead Lyrics

Got in a little trouble, down at the county seat
They put me in the jail house for loafing on the street
When the judge heard the verdict, was a guilty man
He said forty-five dollars or forty days in the can
Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You take your choice, you're twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
Gimme cash on the barrelhead, cause I'm a busy man

Found a telephone number on a laundry slip
I had a good hearted jailer with a six gun hip
He let me call long distance, she said number please
And 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 a little bird told me , you're a travellin' man

Four days in the jailhouse, four days on the road
'Was feeling tired and hungry, my feet a heavy load
Saw a greyhound coming stuck out my thumb
Before I got to my seat, the driver caught my arm
Said that'll be cash on the barrelhead son
This old gray dog gets paid to run
When the engine starts, and the wheels are rolled
Give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road