Theme From An Imaginary Western

When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they've 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 sad was in their eyes And the desert that's dry In a country town Where the map was found Oh the dancing and the singing Oh the music when they play Oh the fire that they saw there Oh the grave of no return Sometimes they found it Sometimes they kept it Often lost it on the way Pawnee shadow to posses him Sometimes ride inside of day Oh the sad was in their eyes And the desert that's dry In the country town Where the map was found Oh the sad was in their eye And the desert that's dry In the country town Where the wagons bound