Old Apache Squaw, how many long lean years you saw?
How many bitter winter nights
Shivering in a cold teepee?
Shivering in a cold teepee?
Old Apache Squaw, how many hungry kids you saw?
How many bloody warriors
Running to the sea?
Fleeing to the sea?
Chorus:
Well, now they tell me that you saw Cochise
When he made his last stand
He said, "The next white man that sees my face
Is going to be a dead white man"
Old Apache Squaw, how many broken hearts you saw?
Have you had misty eyes for years?
Could that mist be tears?
Could that mist be tears?
chorus
Old Apache Squaw, how many broken hearts you saw?
Have you had misty eyes for years?
Could that mist be tears?
Could that mist be tears?
Old Apache Squaw