D C G D D C G D It's a busted old town on the plains of West Texas. D C G D The drugstore's closed down, and the river runs dry. D C G D The semis roll through like stainless steel stallions D C G Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild D C G Rollin' hard, rollin' fast, 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.
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