Down The Road Lyrics - Song For America - 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