Down The Road

I'm in a kind foolish game, I tried to get rich quick, But I'm going insane, The kind of freaks that hang out down on 42nd Street They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well It's 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 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