Lyrics:

It is 1864 now
And the American's war has not come to the desert lands
They fight among themselves way off to the North
The Yavapai-Apaches are still lords of all they survey
Then one morning the Americans did come
Led by a man holding a leather book
With a cross stamped in the leather

An evil man who did terrible things to people in the name of a God
That looked upon the man himself with repulsion

Miguel ran from his wickiup, half asleep when they attacked
The rifle butt sent him unconscious

When he came-to, he was trussed up
On his back on the ground
Looking up at the Americans
He had not been killed because they had noticed his blue eyes
And knew he was one of them
So, at the age of 16
Miguel was back among his father's people
And once more a family he loved had been killed
This time by Americans