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When the wagons leave the city |
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For the forest and further on |
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Painted wagon of the morning |
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Dusty roads where they have gone |
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Sometimes travelin' through the darkness |
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At the summer comin' home |
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Foreign faces by the wayside |
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Look as if they hadn't known |
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All the sand was in their eyes |
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And the desert that's dry |
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In the country town |
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Where the life was found |
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Oh, the dancing and the singing |
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Oh, the music when they play |
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Oh, the fire that they saw there |
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On the grave of no return |
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Sometimes they found it |
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Sometimes they kept it |
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Often lost it on the way |
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Pawnee shadow to possess him |
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Sometimes ride inside of day |
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Oh, the sand was in their eyes |
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And the desert that's dry |
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In this country town |
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Where the map was found |
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Oh, the sand was in their eye |
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And the desert that's dry |
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In this country town |
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Where the wagons bound |
