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 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