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Ol’ Jacob Waltz was a miner
Out Apache Junction Way
They say he found a gold mine
While ridin’ out one day
He headed into town
His saddlebags filled with gold
‘Where’d you stake your claim,’ they cried / The old man never told
You can search and search and pray that you might find
The hidden treasures of the lost Dutchman’s mine
And even if you find it you’ll never live to tell
The Superstition Mountain winds will blow you straight to hell
A thousand paces West of the Weaver's needle
With the sun on the left playing tricks on your eyes
At the peak of the day,'neath the circling buzzards
You may find what you want but you'll pay with your life
So if you’re lookin’ to strike it rich
Some quick or easy way
If you happen to find that mine
There’d be hell to pay
You’d bring on the curse and have Only yourself to blame
(For the lost Dutchman’s ghost still rides)
Still searchin for his claim
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Those Little Things
03:05
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You don’t have to take me out to a fancy cocktail bar
You don’t have to tell me you’re somethin’ more that what you are
You don’t have to do any of that to show me that you care
All you gotta do is run your fingers through my hair
You don’t pledge your love each and every day
You don’t have to tell me all those things that lovers say
You don’t have to do any of that to make me understand
All you gotta do is smile and take my hand
Just do those little things that mean so very much
Like the way you softly sigh each we touch
It’s in all those little things that you say and do
That keeps my heart a poundin’ and keep me lovin’ you
Those little things (those little things)
That mean so much (that mean so much)
Those little things (those little things)
Each time we touch (that mean so much)
You don’t get me a great big diamond ring
You don’t have to write pretty songs for me to sing
You don’t have to grandstand and put on a great big show
All you gotta do is wink and let me know
we both know this is the end, we kissed our last goodbye
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Kiss My Tears Away
03:55
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We both know this is the end we’ve kissed our last goodbye
ever since you walked away all i can do is cry
yes it's true i can’t have you you don’t belong to me
and though it's gonna wreck me i've got to set you free
When I have to leave again my heart will surely bust
into a million pieces that float away like dust
and when the wind has changed its course and blows the other way
i'll spread myself out on it and fly back to you to stay
If each teardrop was a star up in the Milky way
I'd wish on every one of them you never had gone astray
When you walk back thru my door, I won’t beg you to stay
Say that you'll stay long enough to kiss my tears away
In a world that's different than the one we know
every time we say goodbye I'd come back to say hello
In that pretty place and on that one fine day
we will be together with no tears to kiss away
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Mornin’ bartender I’m back again today
To try and drink these memories away
Now tell me bartender which will kill me quicker
The heartache or the liquor
All I can do is drown in my own misery
All I can think is poor me, poor me
Pour me a Boiler Maker and a Bloody Mary,
Sake Bomb and a Vodka cranberry,
Harvey Wallbanger and a Gin and Juice,
Cowboy Cocksucker and a Shot of Chartreuse
Mint Julep and a Rusty Nail
Chase that back with a cold Champale
I’ll just be here thinkin poor me
Pour me a Colt 45 and a Rob Roy,
A Maker’s Manhattan and a Cabin Boy
Blue Blazer and a Salty Dog
Broken Spur and a Navy Grog
Vodka Stinger and a Velvet Hammer
Chase that back with an Alabama Slammer
I’ll just be here thinkin’ poor me
Pour me a Mai Tai and a Dry Martini
A Fog Cutter and a Peach Bellini
Moscow Mule and a Slim Shady
Painkiller and a Pink Lady
Shot of Cuervo and a Hurricane
Chase that back with some French Champagne
I’ll just be here thinkin’ poor me
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Mornin’ bartender I’m back again today
To try and drink these memories away
Now tell me bartender which will kill me quicker
The heartache or the liquor
All I can do is drown in my own misery
All I can think is poor me, poor me
Pour me a Boiler Maker and a Bloody Mary,
Sake Bomb and a Vodka cranberry,
Harvey Wallbanger and a Gin and Juice,
Brandy Alexander and a Shot of Chartreuse
Mint Julep and a Rusty Nail
Chase that back with a cold Champale
I’ll just be here thinkin poor me
Pour me a Colt 45 and a Rob Roy,
A Maker’s Manhattan and a Cabin Boy
Blue Blazer and a Salty Dog
Broken Spur and a Navy Grog
Vodka Stinger and a Velvet Hammer
Chase that back with an Alabama Slammer
I’ll just be here thinkin’ poor me
Pour me a Mai Tai and a Dry Martini
A Fog Cutter and a Peach Bellini
Moscow Mule and a Slim Shady
Painkiller and a Pink Lady
Shot of Cuervo and a Hurricane
Chase that back with some French Champagne
I’ll just be here thinkin’ poor me
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Velvetta San Francisco, California
Fronted by a couple of well-dressed crooners and backed by a 4 piece band of well-worn players, Velvetta is a bonafide country outfit. Less like a bar band and more like honky tonk dinner theater, Velvetta stirs a motley stew of country covers and originals spanning every country sub-genre. Formed in 2014, Velvetta has since built a steady following due in part to their rambunctious live shows. ... more
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