(Bruce,Brown)



When the wagons leave the city

For the forest and futher on

Painted wagon of the morning

Dusty roads where they´ve gone

Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness

At the summer comin´ home

Foreing faces by the wayside

Look as if they hadn´t known

All the sad was in their eyes

And the desert that´s 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 that´s dry

In a country town

Where the map was found



Oh the sad was in their eye

And the desert that´s dry

In a country town

Where the wagons bound