Robert Earl Keen - Rolling By lyrics

It's a busted old town on the plains of West Texas. The d**tore's closed down, and the river's 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 picture. No big silver screen to light up the sky. Gone are the days of post-war-time 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