Apache Tears - Johnny Cash

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

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