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Got inD a little trouble down at the county seat
Lord they put me in the jailhouse foA7r loafin' on the stDreet
DWhen the judge heard the verdGict, I was a guilty Dman
He said, 45 dolA7lars, or 30 days in the Dcan
That'll be Gcash on the barrelhead, Dson
You can make your cA7hoice, you're twenty-Done
No money dGown, no credit plDan
No time to chaA7se you, i'm a busyD 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
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