Down the Road



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