Down the Road (Live)

down the road-Kansas
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 go
Here 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