This old, gray dog gets paid to run
'Cause I'm a busy man"
Stuck out my thumb
He let me call long distance
Lord, they put me in the jail house
You're twenty one
I had a good, hardy jailor
No time to chase you
As soon as I was seated
For loafin' on the street
An' just as soon as I told her
No credit plan
"That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
Cash on the barrelhead
Not part, not half
But the entire sum
I found a telephone number
'Cause a little boy tells me
Four days on the road
She said, "Number, please"
No money down
You can take your choice
An' the wheels will roll
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
My feet, a heavy load
Well, the judge said guilty
Thirty days in the jail house
Give me cash on the barrelhead
Or thirty days in the joint"
He said, "Forty five dollars
The driver caught my arm
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon
No credit line
He made his point
I take you down the road
I was feelin' mighty hungry
She shouted back at me
No money down
I saw a Greyhound comin'
With a six gun hip
When the engine starts
You're the travelin' kind"
On a laundry slip
