Lord, they put me in the jailhouse
For loafing on the street
Well, the judge said guilty
He made his point
He said fourty-five dollars
Or thirty days in the joint
That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hun
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"
And just as soon as I told her
She shouted back at me
Said that'll be cash on the barrelhead, hun
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 jailhouse
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, hun
This old, grey dog gets paid to run
When the engine starts
And the wheels will roll
Give me cash on the barrelhead
I take ya down the road
Ohh, cash on the barrelhead
I take you down the road
I got in a little trouble at the county seat Lord, they put me in the jailhouse For loafing on the street Well, the judge said guilty He made his point He said fourty-five dollars Or thirty days in the joint That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hun 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" And just as soon as I told her She shouted back at me Said that'll be cash on the barrelhead, hun 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 jailhouse 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, hun This old, grey dog gets paid to run When the engine starts And the wheels will roll Give me cash on the barrelhead I take ya down the road Ohh, cash on the barrelhead I take you down the road Explain Request ×
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