Rolling By

It's a busted old town, the plains of West Texas
 The drugstore's closed down, the rivers run dry
 The semis roll through like stainless steel stallions
 Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild, rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by
 And the mission still stands at the edge of the plateau
 A stone marks the graves where the old cowboys lie
 Asleep in a time, in a town just a youngster
 Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild, rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by
 And the drive-in don't play no Friday night pictures
 No big silver screen to light up the sky
 Gone are the days of post-wartime lovers
 Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild, rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by
 And me, I stand here at the last fillin' station
 Where the wind moans a dirge to the coyote's cry
 I jump in my car; I'm back out on the highway
 Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild, rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by
 Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild, rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by