Rolling By

[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]

I[D]t's a busted old to[C]wn on the plai[G]ns of West Texas.[D]

T[D]he drugstore's closed dow[C]n, and the rive[G]r runs dry.[D]

T[D]he semis roll thro[C]ugh like stain[G]less steel stalli[D]ons

G[D]oin' hard, g[C]oin' fast, go[G]in' wild

R[D]ollin' hard, ro[C]llin' fast, ro[G]llin' 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.