Rolling By - Robert Earl Keen

It’s a busted old town

On the plains of West Texas

The drugstore’s closed down

The river’s run dry

The semis roll through

Just like stainless steel stallions

Goin' hard

Goin' fast

Goin' wild

Rollin' hard

Rollin' fast

Rollin' by

The mission still stands

At the edge of the plateau

And a stone marks the graves

Where the old cowboys lie

Asleep in a time

In a town just a young man

Goin' hard

Goin' fast

Goin' wild

Rollin' hard

Rollin' fast

Rollin' by

The drive-in don’t play

No Friday night picture

With no big silver screen

To light up the sky

And 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 filling station

While the wind moans a dirge

To a coyote’s cry

And I’m back in my car

And I’m out on the highway

Goin' hard

Goin' fast

Goin' wild