(Here we go)

It's a busted old town on the planes of West Texas
The drug store's closed down and the river's run dry
The semis roll through like stainless steel stallions
Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild
Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by

The mission still stands at the edge of the plateau
A stone marks the graves where the old cowboys lie
Asleep in a time and a town, just a young man
Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild
Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by

The drive-in don't play no Friday night picture
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 hеre at the last filling station
While thе wind moans a dirge to coyote's cry
I jump in my car, I'm out on the highway
Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild
Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, rollin' by