topeka
(written by bill passalacqua)

i was tearing through topeka in my tr6
there's something back in boulder that i've got to go fix
i started out early but i'll get in late
i just can't get through this treadmill-state

i was doing 80 in a 55
jamming hard with junior, man i love to drive
but i'd rather go from houston to el paso
than to drive across kansas in the open road

somewhere near salina, i saw that smokey
who was cruising for a speeder, gonna throw him in the pokey
i came across a hill and i was on him 'fore i new it
this treadmill-state, i just can't get through it

i flew right past him, hoping i was dreaming
but he pulled me right over with his siren screaming
one hand on his shoulder, the other on his glasses
well he walked and he talked about as fast as molassas

"boy i was watching in my rearview mirror
your tiny little car just kept coming nearer
i was doing 60 and you came like a flurry
then you blew right past me in a hell of a hurry

the judge in salina, he's real old fashioned
drives a tractor to the courthouse, so you can imagine
what he'll say about a texan, getting his kicks
careening through kansas in a tr6

well before he could ask me for my proof of insurance
i decided i would test that smokey's endurance
my foot hit the floor, he hit the ceiling
and before i knew it we was rocking and a reeling

i ripped through russell and i roared through hayes
hig kanorado in a gasoline haze,
when i crossed the border i was burning air
so i gassed up at limon at the flying j there

i got to denver and picked up my dad
with his banjo at the airport, i sure was glad
when we finally got to boulder to record this song
about a trip across kansas that went so wrong