Oh, the Apache Squaw,
How many long, lean years you saw,
How many bitter Winter nights,
Shivering in a cold teepee,
Shivering in a cold teepee.
Oh, the Apache Squaw,
How many hungry kids you saw,
How many bloody warriors,
Run in to the sea, fleeing to the sea.
Well, they tell me that you saw Cochise,
When he made his last stand,
He said,
The next white man that sees my face,
Is gonna be a dead white man.
Oh, the Apache Squaw,
How many broken hearts you saw,
You've had misty eyes for year,
Could that mist be tears,
Could that mist be tears.