Lyrics Cash On The Barrelhead - Dolly Parton

I got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse
For loafing on the street
Well, the judge said guilty
He made his point
He said 45 dollars
Or 30 days in the joint
That′ll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
You can take your choice
You're 21
No money down
No credit plan
No time to chase you
′Cause I'm a busy man
I found a telephone number on a laundry slip
I had a good, hardy jailor
With a six gun hip
He let me call long distance
She said, "Number, please"
And just as soon as I told her
She shouted back at me
Said that'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
Not part, not half
But the entire sum
No money down
No credit line
′Cause a little boy tells me
You′re the travelin' kind
30 days in the jailhouse
Four days on the road
I was feelin′ mighty hungry
My feet, a heavy load
I saw a Greyhound comin'
Stuck out my thumb
As soon as I was seated
The driver caught my arm
Said that′ll be cash on the barrelhead, hun
This old, grey dog gets paid to run
When the engine starts
And the wheels will roll
Give me cash on the barrelhead
I take ya down the road
Ohh, cash on the barrelhead
I take you down the road