Dolly Parton - Cash On The Barrelhead Lyrics
I got in a little trouble at the county seatLord, they put me in the jailhouseFor loafing on the streetWell, the judge said guiltyHe made his pointHe said fourty-five dollarsOr thirty days in the jointThatll be cash on the barrelhead, hunYou can take your choiceYoure twenty-oneNo money downNo credit planNo time to chase youCause Im a busy manI found a telephone number on a laundry slipI had a good, hardy jailorWith a six gun hipHe let me call long distanceShe said, number, pleaseAnd just as soon as I told herShe shouted back at meSaid thatll be cash on the barrelhead, hunNot part, not halfBut the entire sumNo money downNo credit lineCause a little boy tells meYoure the travelin kindThirty days in the jailhouseFour days on the roadI was feelin mighty hungryMy feet, a heavy loadI saw a greyhound cominStuck out my thumbAs soon as I was seatedThe driver caught my armSaid thatll be cash on the barrelhead, hunThis old, grey dog gets paid to runWhen the engine startsAnd the wheels will rollGive me cash on the barrelheadI take ya down the roadOhh, cash on the barrelheadI take you down the road
