| When the wagons leave the city
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| For the forest and further on Painted wagons of the morning
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| Dusty roads where they have gone
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| Sometimes traveling through the darkness
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| Met the summer coming home
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| Fallen faces by the wayside
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| Looked as if they might have known
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| Oh the sun was in their eyes
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| And the desert was dry
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| In the country town
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| Where the laughter sounds
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| Oh the dancing and the singing
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| Oh the music when they played
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| Oh the fires that they started
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| Oh the girls with no regret
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| Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it Often lost it along the way
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| Fought each other to possess it Often died in sight of day
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| Oh the sun was in their eyes
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| And the desert was dry
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| In the country town
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| Where the laughter sounds
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| Oh the sun was in their eyes
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| And the desert was dry
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| In the country town
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| Where the laughter sounds |