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 Street

They'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, yeahIt's a long, long road