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Cash On The Barrelhead

I got in a little trouble

At the county seat

Lord, they put me in the jail house

For loafin' on the street

Well, the judge said guilty

He made his point

He said, "Forty five dollars

Or thirty days in the joint"

"That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon

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"

I found a telephone number

On a laundry slip

I had a good, hardy jailor

With a six gun hip

He let me call long distance

She said, "Number, please"

An' just as soon as I told her

She shouted back at me

Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon

Not part, not half

But the entire sum

No money down

No credit line

'Cause a little boy tells me

You're the travelin' kind"

Thirty days in the jail house

Four days on the road

I was feelin' mighty hungry

My feet, a heavy load

I saw a Greyhound comin'

Stuck out my thumb

As soon as I was seated

The driver caught my arm

Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon

This old, gray dog gets paid to run

When the engine starts

An' the wheels will roll

Give me cash on the barrelhead

I take you down the road

Cash on the barrelhead

I take you down the road"

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