D
Got in a little trouble down at the county seat
A7 D
Lord they put me in the jailhouse for loafin' on the street
D G D
When the judge heard the verdict, I was a guilty man
A7 D
He said, 45 dollars, or 30 days in the can
G D
That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
A7 D
You can make your choice, you're twenty-one
G D
No money down, no credit plan
A7 D
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
