Gram Parsons - Cash On The Barrelhead/Hickory Wind lyrics

All right Oh, yeah Got in a little trouble down at the county seat Thrown to cook in the jail house for loitering on the street When the judge heard the verdict, I was a guilty man Said, forty-five dollars or thirty days in the can Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son 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" Forty days in the jail house, four days on the road I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load Saw a greyhound coming, stuck up my thumb Before I got to my seat, the driving caught my arm Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son This old gray dog gets paid to run When the engine starts, and the wheels won't roll Give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road" Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son 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 No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man" Yodel-aheo, yo-layhea, yodel-ahe In South Carolina, there are many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend That I'm gettin' the feel of hickory wind I started out younger at most everything All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring? But it makes me feel better each time it begins Callin' me home, hickory wind It's a hard to find out that trouble is real In a far away city, with a far away feel But it makes me feel better each time it begins Callin' me home, hickory wind Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind