Cash on the Barrelhead Dolly Parton

[Verse 1]
I got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse for loafing on the street
Well, the judge said guilty, he made his point
He said forty-five dollars or thirty days in the joint

[Verse 2]
That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
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

[Verse 3]
I found a telephone number on a laundry slip
I had a good, hardy jailor with a six gun hip
He let me call long distance, she said, "Number, please"
And just as soon as I told her, she shouted back at me

[Verse 4]
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
Not part, not half, but the entire sum
No money down, no credit line
'Cause a little boy tells me you're the traveling kind"

[Verse 5]
Thirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet, a heavy load
I saw a Greyhound coming, stuck out my thumb
As soon as I was seated, the driver caught my arm