Apache Pass

I could almost see a ghost train to Douglas

Winding its way through rolling hills

I could almost smell the smoke from the fires

As wagons burned and Bluecoats all were killed

And we rode our horses through Apache Pass

Felt the spirit of old Geronimo

Could almost see the arrows flying

And hear the rifles firing

Apache Pass is still their home

We walked around and saw the ruins of Fort Bowie

Read the tombstones standing by the creek

A chill ran through my bones from the cry of the silence

Two black hawks circling over me

And we rode our horses through Apache Pass

Felt the spirit of old Geronimo

Could almost see the arrows flying

And hear the rifles firing

Apache Pass is still their home

Now drug cartels are running wild through the canyons

Just like the outlaws long ago

Too bad Cochise ain't living any longer

He'd chase 'em all right back to Mexico

And we rode our horses through Apache Pass

Felt the spirit of old Geronimo

Could almost see the arrows flying

And hear the rifles firing

Apache Pass is still their home

Apache Pass is still their home