Lyrics:
When the wagons leave the cityFor the forest and futher onPainted wagons of the morningDusty roads where they have goneSometimes travelin´ through the darknessMet the summer comin' homeFallen faces by the waysideLook as if they might have knownAll the sun was in their eyeAnd the desert that´s dryIn the country townWhere the laughter soundOh the dancing and the singingOh the music when they playOh the fire that they startedAll the girls with no regretSometimes they found itSometimes they kept itOfen lost it on the wayFought each other to posses itSometimes die in sight of dayOh the sun was in their eyeAnd the desert that´s dryIn the country townwhere the laughter sound