Текст песни Rolling By - Robert Earl Keen
It's
a
busted
old
town,
the
plains
of
West
Texas
The
drugstore's
closed
down,
the
rivers
run
dry
The
semis
roll
through
like
stainless
steel
stallions
Goin'
hard,
goin'
fast,
goin'
wild,
rollin'
hard,
rollin'
fast,
rollin'
by
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-wartime
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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