Key of g or a your choice When the wagons leave the city for the forest and further on Painted wagons of the morning,dusty roads where they have gone Sometimes travelin' through the darkness,met the summer comin'home Fallen faces by the wayside,looked as if they might have known
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Oh the sun was in their eyes,and the desert dry In the country town,where the laughter sounds
Oh the dancing and the singing oh the music that they played Oh the fires that they started along the trails with no regrets
Sometimes they found it,sometimes they kept it Often lost it along the way Fought each other to posses it,often blind by the light of day