Lyrics:

The young man by now was a straddled horse
And making for a Yavapai stronghold half a day's ride away

He had more guns and horses than he needed
And he knew where two white men were sitting
In the desert with no water and no horses
White men dressed as Yavapai-Apaches

The white men would be calling for their mothers and their God by evening
But the young man would be drunk and thirsty in the full journey
And satisfied by their agony