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Down the Road (afternoon jam) Lyrics

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 StreetThey're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, wellIt'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 onDown the roadHere 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 aGreyhound down the road
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