Apache Tears

Hoof prints and foot prints
 Deep ruts the wagons made
 The victor and the loser came by here
 No head stones but these bones
 Bring Mascalero death moans
 See the smooth black nuggets
 By the thousands laying here
 Petrified but justified
 Are these Apache tears
 Dead grass, dry roots
 Hunger crying in the night
 Ghost of broken hearts and laws are here
 And who saw the young squaw
 They judged by their whiskey law
 Tortured till she died of pain and fear
 Where the soldiers lay her back
 Are the black Apache tears
 The young men, the old men
 The guilty and the innocent
 Bled red blood and chilled alike with fears
 The red men, the white men
 No fight ever took this land
 So don't raise the dust when you pass here
 They're sleeping and in my keeping
 Are these Apache tears