Cifras
Apache Tears

Tono: C

Introducción:

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 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