Cash On The Barrelhead by Louvin Brothers

[Verse 1] [Verse 2]
G G
I got in a little trouble, at the county seat I found a telephone number, on a laundry slip
D D
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse I had a good-hearted jailor
G G
For loafing on the street With a six gun hip
G G
Well, the judge said guilty He let me call long distance

He made his point She said, "Number, please"

D D
He said forty-five dollars And just as soon as I told her
G G
Or thirty days in the joint She shouted back at me

[Chorus]
C G [Chorus]
That'll be cash on the barrelhead, Son C G
D Said that'll be cash, on the barrelhead, Son
You can take your choice D
G Not part, not half
You're twenty-one G
C But the entire sum
No money down C
G No money down
No credit plan G
D No credit line
No time to chase you D
G Because a little boy tells me
Because I'm a busy man G
You're the traveling kind

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[Verse 3]
G
Thirty days in the jailhouse

Four days on the road

D
I was feeling mighty hungry
G
My feet, a heavy load
G
I saw a Greyhound coming

Stuck out my thumb

D
As soon as I was seated
G
The driver caught my arm

[Chorus]
C G
Said that'll be cash on the barrelhead, Son
D G
This old grey dog, gets paid to run
C
When the engine starts,
G
And the wheels will roll
D
Give me cash on the barrelhead
G
I take ya down the road
D
Ohh, cash on the barrelhead
G C G
I take you down the road