Lyrics - Down The Road by 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

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