Standard (EADGBE)
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