Lyrics:

(Robert Earl Keen)It's a busted old townOn the plains of West TexasThe drugstore's closed downThe river's run dryThe semis roll throughJust like stainless steel stallionsGoin' hardGoin' fastGoin' wildRollin' hardRollin' fastRollin' byThe mission still standsAt the edge of the plateauAnd a stone marks the gravesWhere the old cowboys lieAsleep in a timeIn a town just a young manGoin' hardGoin' fastGoin' wildRollin' hardRollin' fastRollin' byThe drive-in don't playNo Friday night pictureWith no big silver screenTo light up the skyAnd gone are the daysOf post-wartime loversGoin' hardGoin' fastGoin' wildRollin' hardRollin' fastRollin' byAnd me I stand hereAt the last filling stationWhile the wind moans a dirgeTo a coyote's cryAnd I'm back in my carAnd I'm out on the highwayGoin' hardGoin' fastGoin' wild