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 When the wagons leave the city

 For the forest and further on

 Painted wagon of the morning

 Dusty roads where they´ve gone

 Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness

 At the summer comin´ home

 Fallen faces by the wayside

 Look as if they might have known

 Oh the sun was in their eyes

 And the desert was dry

 In a country towns

 Where their laughter sounds

 Oh the dancing and the singing

 Oh the music when they played

 Oh the fire that they saw there

 On the grave of no return

Sometimes they found it

Sometimes they kept it

 Often lost in on the way

 Pawnee shadow to possess him

 Sometimes ride inside of day

 Oh the sun was in their eyes

 And the desert was dry

 In a country towns

 Where their laughter sounds