Parsons Gram - Cash On The Barrelhead lyrics

Got in a little trouble at the county seat Lawd, they put me in the jail house for loafing on the street When the judge heard the verdict I was a guilty man He 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 Found a telephone number on a laundry slip I had a good hearted jailer with a six gun hip He let me call long distance, she said number please And 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 a little bird told me, you're a travellin' man Thirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road I was feeling mighty hungry my feet a heavy load Saw a greyhound coming stuck up my thumb Just as I was being seated, the driving caught my arm