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