Cash on the Barrel Head
Louvin Brothers, 1956
verse
A
A
A
A
1
1
1
1
A
A/E
A
A
1
1/5
1
1
A
A
A
A
1
1
1
1
A
A/E
A
A/A7
1
1/5
1
1
chorus
D
D
A
A
4
4
1
1
E
7
E
7
A
A
7
5
5
1
1
D
D
A
A
4
4
1
1
E
E
A
A
5
5
1
1
Got in a little trouble, at the county seat.
Lawd, they put me in the jail house, for loafing on the street.
When the judge heard the verdict, I was a guilty man.
He said forty-five dollars, or thirty days in the can.
chorus
That'll be cash, on the barrel head, 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
Found a telephone number, on a laundry slip.
I had a good hearted jailer, with a six gun hip.
He let me call long distance, she said number please,
And no sooner than I told her, she shouted out at me.
chorus
That'll be cash on the barrel head son.
Not part not half but the entire sum.
No money down, no credit plan.
Cause a little bird told me, you're a travellin' man.
Thirty days in the jailhouse, six days on the road.
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load.
Saw a Greyhound coming, stuck up my thumb.
Just before I got seated, the driver caught my arm.
chorus
That'll be cash, on the barrel head son.
This old gray dog, gets paid to run.
When the engine starts, lawd, the wheels will roll.
Give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road.