(Speech)
There's an old story
the way the Apaches tell it;
A man was riding in the desert
and came across a vulture
the kind they call turkey buzzards
in Arizona, sittin' on a rock.
"Hey," the man says, "how come you
old turkey buzzard's sittin' here?
I saw you flying over Hadleyberg,
and I didn't want to meet up with you...
so I turned around and come this way."
Old turkey buzzard says:
"That's funny,
I was only passing through that town.
I was really coming over here
to wait for you."
Ol Turkey Buzzard, Ol Turkey Buzzard
Flyin, Flyin high,
He's just waiting
Buzzard just a-waiting
Waiting for something down below the dive
Old Buzzard knows that he can wait
Cause every mother's son has got a date,
A date with Fate.. With fate
He sees men come, he sees men go,
Crawling like ants on the rocks below
The men will steal, the men will dream
And die for gold onthe rocks below
Gold, Gold, Gold, they just gotta have that gold
Gold, Gold, Gold, they'll do anything for gold
(Speech)
A thousand years ago, in the southwest, there was an Apache legend. It told about a hidden canyon guarded by the Apache gods and rich with gold. As long as the Apaches kept the canyon a secret and never touched the gold, they would be strong...powerful. That was the legend.
When the spanish conquistadores came, they searched for the canyon, they called it canyon del oro, meaning canyon of gold, but they never found it
Three hundred years later, the Americans came. They heard about the legend but called it, "The Lost Adams". That was because a man named Adams saw it once or so he said. But whether he did or not, he never saw anything again because the Apache's burned out his eyes.
Everybody knew about the legend and a lot of people believed it: Canyon del oro; The Lost Adams. Then for a while there back in 1874, they called it McKenna's Gold.
(Jose Feliciano sings)
Ol Turkey Buzzard, Ol Turkey Buzzard
Flyin, Flyin high,
He's just waiting
Buzzard just a-waiting
Waiting for something down below the dive
Old Buzzard knows that he can wait
Cause every mother's son has got a date,
A date with Fate.. With fate
He sees men come, he sees men go,
Crawling like ants on the rocks below
A whiff of gold and off they go
to die like rats on the rocks below
Gold, Gold, Gold, they'll do anything for gold
Gold, Gold, Gold, gotta have McKenna's gold