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