Back to Walter Brennan songs/narrations.
Adapted for Q

Run Apache

It's up to you Apache,
poor horse, you're running strong.

Just get me across the border,
let me die at home.

Mexican guns are back there,
get me out their range

Five more miles Apache,
if I can stand the pain.

I've been crossing the border,
after every cattle drive.

Twenty years without trouble.
I sure had plenty tonight

A wild young Texas cowboy,
the kind I used to be.

Was there in that cantena,
and he had a drink with me.

Chorus

I went back to my card game,
left my young friend.

Didn't see them five bandits and
that Mexican girl walk in.

As the crowd got wilder,
I could hear that cowboy's voice.

Laughing' loud and boisterous,
above the music and the noise.

Suddenly it was quite,
and chairs scraped the floor.

Footsteps started shuffling'
over toward the door.

The Mexican girl was standing,
her eyes wide with fear.

I could tell she had a hand in
what was about to happen there.

Chorus

I laid my cards face up,
it looked like a loosing hand.

I have to help that young cowboy
for now he was my friend.

I took a stand beside him,
the odds were two against five.

The bandit chief wore a wicked smile
and there was death in his dark eyes.

Seven hands came up guns,
five was lightening fast,

the young cowboy was the first to die,
the bandit chief was next.

Mexican lead slammed me back,
I staggered on out the door.

It's up to you big fella,
to try and out run them four.

Chorus...