Cash on the Barrelhead Songtext

von Gram Parsons

Got in a little trouble at the county seatLawd, they put me in the jail house for loafing on the streetWhen the judge heard the verdict I was a guilty manHe said forty-five dollars or thirty days in the canSaid, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, sonYou can take your choice you're twenty-oneNo money down, no credit planNo time to chase you cause I'm a busy manFound a telephone number on a laundry slipI had a good hearted jailer with a six gun hipHe let me call long distance , she said number pleaseAnd no sooner than I told her, she shouted out at meThat'll be cash on the barrelhead sonNot part not half but the entire sumNo money down, no credit planCause a little bird told me , you're a travellin' manThirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the roadI was feeling mighty hungry my feet a heavy loadSaw a greyhound coming stuck up my thumbJust as I was being seated, the driving caught my armSaid that'll be cash on the barrelhead sonThis old gray dog gets paid to runWhen the engine starts, lawd, the wheels won't rollGive me cash on the barrelhead I'll take you down the r