Apache Tears

Текст песни JOHNNY CASH - Apache Tears <br/> Hoof prints and foot prints deep ruts the wagons made <br />The victor and the loser came by here <br />No head stones but these bones bring Mascalero death moans <br />See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands laying here <br />Petrified but justified are these Apache tears <br />Dead grass dry roots hunger crying in the night <br />Ghost of broken hearts and laws are here <br />( )<br />And who saw the young squaw they judged by their whiskey law <br />Tortured till she died of pain and fear <br />Where the soldiers lay her back are the black Apache tears <br />The young men the old men the guilty and the innocent <br />Bled red blood and chilled alike with fears <br />The red men the white men no fight ever took this land <br />So don&#039;t raise the dust when you pass here <br />They&#039;re sleeping and in my keeping are these Apache tears