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