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

 [bad word] 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

 It's a long, long road