No time to chase you, 'cause I'm busy man.
VERSE ONE / VOCALS
Got in a little trouble, at the county seat.
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse, for loafin' on the street.
When the judge heard the verdict, I was a guilty man,
He said, Forty-five dollars, or thirty days in the can.
That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can make your choice, you're twenty-one.
No money down, no credit plan,
No time to chase you, 'cause I'm busy man.
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Got in a little trouble, at the county seat.
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse, for loafin' on the street.
No money down, no credit plan,
No time to chase you, 'cause I'm busy man.
VERSE TWO / VOCAL
Found a telephone number, on a laundry slip
And a good-hearted jailer, with a six-gun hip
He let me call long-distance, she said, Number, please
No sooner than I told her, she shouted out at me,
That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son,
Not part, not half, but the entire sum
No money down, no credit plan
Cause a little bird tells me, that you're a travellin' man
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No money down, no credit plan,
No time to chase you, 'cause I'm busy man.
VERSE THREE / VOCALS
Thirty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road,
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load.
Saw a Greyhound comin', stuck up my thumb
Before I got to my seated, the driver caught my arm.
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
This old grey dog, gets paid to run
When the engine starts, and the wheels won't roll,
Give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road.