歌词
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
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling by
Now the mission still stands at the edge of the plateau
And a stone marks the grave of the old cowboy's line
Asleep in a town, in a town just a young man
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling by
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 love
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling 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
Going hard, going fast, going 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
Going hard, going fast, going wild
