Robert Earl Keen, Jr. (born January 11, 1956 in Houston, Texas) is an American singer-songwriter. Growing up, Keen was interested in music, sports, movies and writing. He attended Texas A&M University, enrolling in the school of journalism. Disappointed in the College Station, Texas music scene, he began playing guitar and learned to read and write music, basing his style on folk, country, blues and roots rock. In 1977 he rented a house from landlord Jack Boyett, where his neighbor was a then-unknown Lyle Lovett.
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## "Rollin' By" by Robert Earl Keen From: Moondog 96
This song uses a capo on 3rd fret and all chords are written as if 3rd fret was open.
The opening uses a variation(i.e. -- these chords, but i don't want to write out the tab for it) of these chords(in this order): D C D C DCGD
DCGD It's a busted old town on the plains of West Texas.
DCGD The drugstore's closed down, and the river runs dry.
DCGD The semis roll through like stainless steel stallions
DCG Goin' hard, goin' fast, goin' wild
DCG 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.