Down the Road - Kansas

I’m in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,

But I’m going insane,

The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street

They’re all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well

It’s a game of cat and mouse, and I think it’s got my soul,

I think it’s time for thinkin' 'bout a time to roll on Down the road

Here comes Big Mike, I kinda owe him some beans,

He must be crazy, I guess that’s why he’s so mean,

If I tell him I’m leavin', he would sure enough split my gut,

Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut,

But I’ll slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town,

When I hit those white lines, I’m gonna be gone like a Greyhound down the road