Текст песни Johnny Cash - 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 fear 
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