I lost 45 horses to Geronimo’s men
They caught me sleeping when they snuck in
It’s gonna be hard to explain this one
All I can say is the Apache won

Running ponies make a cloud of dust
They lit out for the border Mexico or bust
Singing victory songs in the pale moonlight
Of I had me a horse, I could give ‘em a fight

I lost 45 horses to Geronimo’s men
The boss of this spread is as mean as sin
All I can do to make amends
Is find 45 horses...and Geronimo’s men
(And Geronimo’s men...and Geronimo’s men)

Hit the trail when the sun came up
Crawling on my belly like a young wolf pup
Three days later had their camp in sight
When I caught a flicker from the corner of my eye

Bullets started kicking up that desert sand
No use running, I could only stand
Slipped my lasso ‘round a pony, pulled up the slack
Tore down that corral and stole those horses back

I stole 45 horses to Geronimo’s men
The boss of this spread is as mean as sin
All I could do to make amends
Was find 45 horses...and Geronimo’s men
(And Geronimo’s men...and Geronimo’s men)

(And Geronimo’s men...and Geronimo’s men...and Geronimo’s men)