It's a busted old town

On the plains of West Texas

The drugstore's closed down

The river's run dry

And the semis roll through

Just like stainless steel stallions Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild

Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by Now, 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 And now, 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 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