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I got in a little troubleAt the county seatLord, they put me in the jail houseFor loafin' on the streetWell, the judge said guiltyHe made his pointHe said, "Forty five dollarsOr thirty days in the joint""That'll be cash on the barrelhead, honYou can take your choiceYou're twenty oneNo money downNo credit planNo time to chase you'Cause I'm a busy man"I found a telephone numberOn a laundry slipI had a good, hardy jailorWith a six gun hipHe let me call long distanceShe said, "Number, please"An' just as soon as I told herShe shouted back at meSongtexteSaid, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, honNot part, not halfBut the entire sumNo money downNo credit line'Cause a little boy tells meYou're the travelin' kind"Thirty days in the jail houseFour days on the roadI was feelin' mighty hungryMy feet, a heavy loadI saw a Greyhound comin'Stuck out my thumbAs soon as I was seatedThe driver caught my armSaid, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, honThis old, gray dog gets paid to runWhen the engine startsAn' the wheels will rollGive me cash on the barrelheadI take you down the roadCash on the barrelheadI take you down the road" Aus Songtexte Mania