Cash On The Barrelhead

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C                C7                      F
No time to chase you,.. 'cause I'm  busy man.


VERSE ONE / VOCALS
F
Got in a little trouble,... at the county seat.

Lord, they put me in the jailhouse,.... for loafin' on the street.
                          Bb
When the judge heard the verdict,..I was a guilty man,
                     F
He said, Forty-five dollars,...or thirty days in the can.
           Bb                        F
That'll be cash.. on the barrelhead, son
                   C7                      F
You can make your choice,... you're twenty-one.
         Bb                 F
No money down,... no credit plan,
           C7                            F
No time to chase you,.. 'cause I'm  busy man.


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F
Got in a little trouble,... at the county seat.

Lord, they put me in the jailhouse,.... for loafin' on the street.
         Bb                 F
No money down,... no credit plan,
           C7                            F
No time to chase you,.. 'cause I'm  busy man.


VERSE TWO / VOCAL
F
Found a telephone number,... on a laundry slip

And a good-hearted jailer,... with a six-gun hip
                    Bb
He let me call long-distance,... she said, Number, please
                  F
No sooner than I told her,... she shouted out at me,
           Bb                         F
That'll be cash ...on the barrelhead, son,
              C7                      F
Not part, not half, ...but the entire sum
         Bb                 F
No money down,... no credit plan
                     C7                                   F
Cause a little bird tells me,... that you're a travellin' man


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         Bb                 F
No money down,... no credit plan,
            C7                           F
No time to chase you,.. 'cause I'm  busy man.


VERSE THREE / VOCALS
F
Thirty days in the jailhouse, ...four days on the road,

I was feeling mighty hungry,... my feet a heavy load.
                Bb
Saw a Greyhound comin',... stuck up my thumb
                   F
Before I got to my seated,... the driver caught my arm.
                  Bb                         F
Said, "That'll be cash... on the barrelhead, son
             C7                    F
This old grey dog,... gets paid to run
.               Bb                              F
When the engine starts,... and the wheels won't roll,
                    C7                                    F
Give me cash on the barrelhead,... I'll take you down the road.