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