Cash on the Barrelhead/Hickory Wind Gram Parsons

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
Said, forty-five dollars or thirty 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 jail house, four days on the road
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet 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, and the wheels won't 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"