Cash On The Barrelhead Songtext

Emmylou Harris

von Twenty Thousand Roads

Cash On The Barrelhead Songtext
All right
Oh, yeah
Got in a little trouble
Down at the county seat
Thrown to cook in the jail house for
Loitering on the street
When the judge heard the verdict
I was a guilty man
He said forty-five dollars or
Forty days in the can
Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can take your choice you're twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man

Forty days in the jailhouse,
Four days on the road
I was feeling mighty hungry
I feel a heavy load
Saw a greyhound coming stuck up my thumb
Before I got to my seat,
The driving caught my arm
Said that'll be cash on the barrelhead son
This old gray dog gets paid to run
When the engine starts, lawd, and the wheels all roll
Give me cash on the barrelhead I'll take
you down the road
Said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can take your choice you're twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man
No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man
Yodel-aheo, Yo-layhea, Yodel-ahe
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