On the road into the assumed sundown
A marching band is playing
Her long hair frames her features
Says this is the day for praying
We learn so much in little time
One thing they overlooked
Our textbooks made the fire
In which the missionary cooked
We believe the gospel wasn't holy
A picture house in every one-horse town
You can't disown the dream you only borrowed
Remember us to everyone you love
On the road into the assumed sundown
We'll be content to stroll
They'll tear the shirt right off your back
Then come back for your soul
Chorus
A marching band is playing
Her long hair frames her features
Says this is the day for praying
We learn so much in little time
One thing they overlooked
Our textbooks made the fire
In which the missionary cooked
We believe the gospel wasn't holy
A picture house in every one-horse town
You can't disown the dream you only borrowed
Remember us to everyone you love
On the road into the assumed sundown
We'll be content to stroll
They'll tear the shirt right off your back
Then come back for your soul
Chorus
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