Dolly Parton - Cash on the barrelhead

^GI got in a little trouble, at the county seat Lord, they put me in the jailhouse For loa^Dfing on the st^Greet W^Gell, the judge said guilty ^GHe made his point ^GHe said fourty-five dollars Or thirty d^Days in the jo^Gint

That'll be ca^Csh on the barrelhead, h^Gun You can take your cho^Dice You're twenty-o^Gne No money d^Cown No credit p^Glan No time to ch^Dase you Because I'm a busy m^Gan

I found a tele^Gphone number, on a laundry slip I had a good, hardy jailor With a s^Dix gun h^Gip ^GHe let me call long distance S^Ghe said, "Number, please" A^Gnd just as soon as I told her She shouted b^Dack at ^Gme

Said that'll be c^Cash, on the barrelhead, ^Ghun Not part, not h^Dalf But the entire s^Gum No money d^Cown No credit l^Gine Because a little boy te^Dlls me You're the traveling k^Gind

Thi^Grty days in the jailhouse F^Gour days on the road I was fee^Dling mighty hu^Gngry ^GMy feet, a heavy load ^GI saw a Greyhound coming ^GStuck out my thumb ^GAs soon as I was seated The driver cau^Dght my ar^Gm

Said that'll be ca^Csh on the barrelhead, h^Gun This o^Dld grey dog, gets paid to r^Gun When the engine st^Carts And the wheels will r^Goll Give me cash on the bar^Drelhead I take ya down the r^Goad Ohh, cash on the bar^Drelhead I take you down the ro^Gad ^{C G}