When the wagons leave the city   For the forest and further on   Painted wagon of the morning   Dusty roads where they have gone      Sometimes travelin' through the darkness   At the summer comin' home   Foreign faces by the wayside   Look as if they hadn't known      All the sand was in their eyes   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 eyes   And the desert that's dry   In this country town   Where the map was found      Oh, the sand was in their eye   And the desert that's dry   In this country town   Where the wagons bound