Theme for an Imaginary Western sing and play along

When the wagons leave the city for the forest and further on,

painted wagons of the morning, dusty roads where they have gone.

Sometimes times they trav'lin' sometimes the they it.

at the summer at their comin' home,

fallen faces by the wayside looked as if they might have known.

Oh, the sun was in their eyes

and the desert that's dry

in the country town where the laughter sounds.

Oh, the danc ing and the singing,

oh the music and when they play.

Oh, the fire ons that they saw there on the trail with no regret.

Sometimes times they found it, sometimes the they it.

Often lost it at along the way.

For each other to possess it,

sometimes right inside of day.

Oh, the sun was in their eyes

and the desert that's dry

in the country town where the laughter sounds.

Oh, the danclaughter sounds.

Oh, the sun was in their eyes,

and the desert that's dry

in the country town where the laughter sounds.