The cliff dwellings and caves
Speak of various Indian braves
And how they behaved in their times of trial
The legend of the Superstitions
Is no apparition
Haven't talked of my condition for quite awhile
In 1848
The Peraltas met their fate
Thru heaven or hell's gate, no one knows
Oh, I can almost hear the sounds
Coming from those massacre grounds
The two lucky ones found old Mexico
You see, they'd found gold
That's how the story is told
And men like me have shouldered all of their desires
Well, I've checked every map
And every one was crap
But not even a good nap could quench my fire
The old Lost Dutchman mine
It's been lost over time
But Weaver's Needle wouldn't mind another search
Well, after days this old fool
Was drug out of there by his mule
Next day I was cool & clean in church |
Of 1870's fame
Jacob Walz was his name
Nicknamed the Dutchman, he played the game, and apparently won
Good man, that Jacob Wiser
Teamed up with Walz, that sheister
Was an arrow his demise, or was it a gun
Some say Apaches got him
But I say the Dutchman shot him
And us prospectors haven't forgotten the Dutchman's dream
‘cause he told Julia Thomas
And cast a spell upon us all
Who search for the gold dust no one has seen
Well, the Dutchman? He was really German
And these mountains hold his vermin
I call him a worm, and I'm payin' his dues
But I'm just an old prospector
Long before metal detectors
You know, I just reckon I'm confused
But you know,
As long as I keep lookin', I figure, I can't lose |