Wanda Jackson - Cash on the Barrelhead lyrics

Got in a little trouble at the county seat Lord they put me in the jailhouse 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 That'll be cash on the barrelhead son you can make 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 parting cash but the entire sum No money down no credit plan cause a little bird tells me you're a travelling 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 driver caught my arm That'll be cash on the barrelhead son this old grey dog is paid to run When the engine stops and the wheels won't roll Give me cash on the barrelhead I'll take you down the road