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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.