Lyrics Gram Parsons – Cash On The Barrelhead

Alright
Oh, yeah

Got in a little trouble down at the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse for loafing on the street

Said, that’ll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can take your choice if you’re twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you, ’cause I’m a busy man

Forty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load
Saw a Greyhound coming, stuck out my thumb
Before I got to my seat, the driver caught my arm

Said, that’ll be cash on the barrelhead, son
This old gray dog gets paid to run
When the engine starts and the wheels won’t roll
Give me cash on the barrelhead, I’ll take you down the road

Said, that’ll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can take your choice if you’re twenty-one
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you, ’cause I’m a busy man
No time to chase you, ’cause I’m a busy man