Down The Road by Kansas

I, I'm in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick
But I'm going insane
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 think it's got my soul
I think it's time for thinkin' 'bout a
Time to roll on down the road

So here I go

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

Well, 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
Down the road, yeah

It's a black, hard road, ooh yeah

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