| D | C | G | D |
| D | C | G | D | |
| It's a busted old | town on the p | lains of West Te | xas. |
| D | C | G | D | |
| The drugstore's closed d | own, and the r | iver runs | dry. |
| D | C | G | D | |
| The semis roll th | rough like st | ainless steel st | allions |
| D | C | G | |
| Goin' ha | rd, goin' f | ast, goin' w | ild |
| D | C | G | |
| Rollin' h | ard, rollin' f | ast, rollin' | by. |
| (after this the song uses the same progression, even for the solos -- which |
| i won't transcribe here either.) |
| 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 pictures. |
| 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. |
| submitted by wildstar@ix.netcom.com |