Rolling By Robert Earl Keen
[D] [C] [G] [D]
[D]It's a busted old [C]town on the p[G]lains of West Te[D]xas.
[D]The drugstore's closed d[C]own, and the r[G]iver runs [D]dry.
[D]The semis roll th[C]rough like st[G]ainless steel st[D]allions
Goin' ha[D]rd, goin' f[C]ast, goin' w[G]ild
Rollin' h[D]ard, rollin' f[C]ast, rollin' [G]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.
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