I could almost see
A ghost train to Douglas
Winding it’s 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 our bones
From the cry of silence
Two black hawks circlin’ 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