Down The Road

I, 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
StreetThey're all pimping
Judy's and popping speed, well
It's a game of cat and mouse and
I think it's got my soul
I think it's time for thinking 'bout a time to roll on
Down the road, so here
I goHere come
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 leaving, 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 twenty 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 long, long road