Down The Road — текст песни (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