Alright
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Oh, yeah
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Got in a little trouble down at the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse for loafing on the street
When the judge heard the verdict, I was a guilty man
Said 45 dollars or 40 days in the can
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can make your choice if you're 21
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you 'cause I'm a busy man"
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Yeah, James Burton and his hot-twinglin' guitar
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40 days in the jailhouse, four days on the road
I was feeling mighty hungry, my feet a heavy load
Saw a greyhound coming, stuck out my thumb
Before I got to my seat the driver caught my arm (and what'd he say?)
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
This old gray 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"
Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, son
You can make your choice if you're 21
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"
Yo-de-lei-ho, de-lei-hei-de-lei
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Thank you
Thank you very much, thank you, thank you
Here's an old song from a long time back
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In South Carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak trees
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
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It's a hard way to find out
That trouble is real
In a faraway city
With a faraway feel
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
Keeps callin' me home
Hickory wind