Cash On The Barrelhead — текст песни (Dolly Parton)

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