"Down The Road"
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
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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
down the road
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