Lyrics:

(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