Kansas - Down the road

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