Cash On The Barrel Head

Got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse for loafing on the street
When the judge read the verdict, I was a guilty man
He said forty-five dollars or thirty days in the can
That'll be cash on the barrel head, son
You can take your choice, you're twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you, 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 at me
That'll be cash on the barrel head, son
Not part, not half, but the entire sum
No money down, no credit plan
'Cause a little bird tells me you're a traveling 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
Said that'll be cash on the barrel head, son
This old grey dog gets paid to run
When the engine stops, the ? wheels won't roll
Give me cash on the barrel head, I'll take you down the road