Gram Parsons Cash on the Barrelhead/Hickory Wind [Live] Lyrics

All right, ooh yeah
got in a little trouble at the county seat
lawd, they put me in the jail house
for loafing 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
said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
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
fourty days in the jailhouse, four days on the road
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load
saw a greyhound coming stuck up my thumb
before I got to my seat, the driving caught my arm
said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
this old gray dog gets paid to run
when the engine starts, lawd, the wheels won't roll
give me cash on the barrelhead, I'll take you down the road
said, that'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
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
no time to chase you cause I'm a busy man

In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
That I'm getting the feel of hickory wind

I started out younger at most everything
All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Callin' me home, hickory wind

It's hard to find out that trouble is real
In a far away city, with a far away feel
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Callin' me home, hickory wind

Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind