Old Apache squaw how many long lean years you saw 

How many bitter winter nights shiverin' in a cold teepee shiverin' in a cold teepee 

Old Apache squaw how many hungry kids you saw 

How many bloody [bad word]  to the sea fleein' to the sea 

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 gonna 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 

Well now they tell me... 

Old Apache squaw