Текст песни
I got in a little trouble
In the county seat
They put me in the jailhouse
Loafin' on the street
When the judge heard the verdict
Said you're guilty man
He gave me forty five dollars
And thirty days in the can
That'll be cash on the barrelhead son
Not part cash the entire sum
No money down, no credit plan
Gimme cash on the barrelhead
I'm a busy man
I 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
Just as soon as I told her
She shouted back at me
That'll be cash on the barrelhead son
Not part cash the entire sum
No money down, no credit plan
'Cause a little bird tells me
You're a travelin' man
Thirty days in the jailhouse
Four days on the road
I was feelin' mighty hungry
My feets a heavy load
I saw a greyhound comin'
I stuck out my thumb
Soon as I was seated
The driver caught my arm
That'll be cash on the barrelhead son
This old grey dog gets paid to run
When the engine stops
And the wheels don't roll
Gimme cash on the barrelhead
I'll take you down the road