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When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes travelin' through the darkness
At the summer comin' home
Foreign faces by the wayside
Looked as if they hadn't known
Oh, the sand was in their eye
And the desert that's dry
In the country town
Where the life 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
Often lost it on the way
Pawnee shadow to possess him
Sometimes ride inside of day
Oh, the sand was in their eye
And the desert that's dry
In the country town
Where the life was found
Oh, the sand was in their eye
And the desert that's dry
In the country town
Where the life was found
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