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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´ve gone
Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness
Met the summer comin´ home
Fallen faces by the wayside
Looked as if they might have known
Oh the sun was in their eyes
And the desert was dry
In a country town
Where the map was found
Oh the dancing and the singing
Oh the music that they played
Oh the fire that they saw there
Long ago with no regret
Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Often lost it along the way
Fought each other to possess it
Sometimes died in sight of day
Oh the sun was in their eyes
and the desert was dry
In the country towns
where the laughter sounds
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comOh the sun was in their eyes
and the desert was dry
In the country towns
where the laughter sounds