Kansas — Down the Road Afternoon Jam

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 likе a Greyhound down the road