Chords
Apache Tears

Key: C

Introduction:

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