When the wagons leave the city For the forest and futher on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where theyīve gone Sometimes travelinī through the darkness At the summer cominī home Foreing faces by the wayside Look as if they hadnīt known All the sad was in their eyes And the desert thatīs dry In a country town Where the map was found
Oh the dancing and the singing Oh the music when they play Oh the fire that they saw there On the grave of no return Sometimes they found it Sometimes they kept it Ofen lost in on the way Pawnee shadow to possess him Sometimes ride inside of day Oh the sad was in their eyes And the desert thatīs dry In a country town Where the map was found
Oh the sad was in their eye And the desert thatīs dry In a country town Where the wagons bound