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When the wagonsA leave the city F#m
For the B7forest and further Gon
Painted Awagon of the F#mmorning
Dusty B7roads where they´ve Dgone
Sometimes Atravelin´ through the F#mdarkness
At the B7summer comin´ Ghome
Fallen Afaces by the F#mwayside
Look as Dif they B7might have Aknown
Oh the F#msun was in their C#meyes
And the F#mdesert was C#mdry
In a Dcountry Atowns where their F#mlaughter B7soundsD
Oh the Adancing and the F#msinging
Oh the B7music when they Gplayed
Oh the Afire that they F#msaw there
On the B7grave of no reDturn
ASometimes they F#mfound it
ASometimes they F#mkept it
Often B7lost in on the Gway
Pawnee Ashadow to F#mpossess him
Sometimes Dride inB7side of Aday
Oh the F#msun was in their C#meyes
And the F#mdesert was C#mdry
In a Dcountry Atowns where their F#mlaughter sB7ounds D
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