When the wag ons

leave the (F#m)cit y

for the for est

and fur ther on,

paint ed wag ons

of the morn ing,

dust y (B)roads

where they have gone.

Some Some times times they (A)trav ’lin’

some through times the they dark (F#m)kept it.

ness

at the (B)sum mer

at their com in’ home,

fall en (A)fac es

by the way side

looked as if

(Bm7)they might have known.

Oh, the sun

was in their eyes

and the des

ert that’s dry

in the (D)coun try (A)town where the (F#m)laugh ter (B)sounds.

Oh, the danc ing

and the (F#m)sing ing,

oh the mu sic

and when they play.

Oh, the fire ons

that they saw there

on the (B)trail

with no re gret.

Some Some times times they (A)found it,

some through times the they dark (F#m)kept it.

ness

Of ten (B)lost it

at a long the way.

For each (A)oth er

to pos sess it,

some times right

(Bm7)in side of day.

Oh, the sun

was in their eyes

and the des

ert that’s dry

in the (D)coun try (A)town where the (F#m)laugh ter (B)sounds.

Oh, the danc (F#m)laugh ter (B)sounds.

Oh, the sun

was in their eyes,

and the de

sert that’s dry

in the (D)coun try (A)town where the (F#m)laugh ter (B)sounds.