Текст (слова) песни: Dolly Parton - Cash On The Barrelhead
I got in a little trouble at the county seat Lord, they put me in the jailhouse For loafing on the street Well, the judge said guilty He made his point He said fourty-five dollars Or thirty days in the joint That`ll be cash on the barrelhead, hun 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
I found a telephone number on a laundry slip I had a good, hardy jailor With a six gun hip He let me call long distance She said, "Number, please" And just as soon as I told her She shouted back at me
Said that`ll be cash on the barrelhead, hun Not part, not half But the entire sum No money down No credit line Cause a little boy tells me You`re the travelin` kind
Thirty days in the jailhouse Four days on the road I was feelin` mighty hungry My feet, a heavy load I saw a Greyhound comin` Stuck out my thumb As soon as I was seated The driver caught my arm
Said that`ll be cash on the barrelhead, hun This old, grey dog gets paid to run When the engine starts And the wheels will roll Give me cash on the barrelhead I take ya down the road Ohh, cash on the barrelhead I take you down the road
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