♪Got in a little trouble at the county seatLord, they put me in the jailhouse for loafin' on the streetWhen the judge heard the verdict, I was a guilty manHe said forty-five dollars are thirty days in the canThat'll be cash on the barrelhead, sonYou can take your choice, you're twenty-oneNo money down, no credit planNo time to chase you, but I'm a busy man♪Found a telephone number on a laundry slipI met a good-hearted jailer with a six-gun himHe let me call long distance, she said, number, pleaseAnd no sooner than I told her, she shouted out at meThat'll be cash on the barrelhead, sonNot part, not half, but the entire sumNo money down, no credit planCause the little bird tells me you're a travelin' man♪Thirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the roadI was feelin' mighty hungry, my feet a heavy loadSaw a greyhound comin', stuck up my thumbJust as I was being seated, the driver caught my armSaid that'll be cash on the barrelhead, sonThis old grey dog gets paid to runWhen the engine stops, the load of wheels won't rollGive me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road