People call me crazy. I have searched these red rocks for years. My Annabelle, she gave up on me and went off with that banker feller. Someday I will fill that bank with gold. I know the tale of the Lost Dutchman is true. I have spent my entire life searching this Superstition Mountain.
People call me crazy. It has been a lonely life but I will have the last laugh when I find that mine. I will ride into to town and the women will fight to keep me company and the men will buy me drinks and want to be my friend. But they are all too late, I know they all call me crazy Bill.
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