Curse of the Lost Dutchman

[Verse 1]
Old man staggered into town
Dust in his beard, map in his hand
Said, "I seen a river run pure yellow
Deep in that dead red land"
He drank his pay in a corner booth
Eyes like coals under soot
"There's a hole in the earth spittin' out God's teeth
But it'll take more than it puts"
[Chorus]
They all go lookin' for the Lost Dutchman
They all leave pieces in the stone
You might find a fortune full of gold there
But you'll never bring it home
You can trade your blood for glitter
Sign your name in rock and bone
They all go lookin' for the Lost Dutchman
That mine just wants your soul
[Verse 2]
Jake left town with a Bible and a shovel
Swore he'd break his daddy's drought
Pinned a faded photograph inside his jacket
Never did come back out
We found his mule and a busted lantern
Tracks just circle and fade
Like someone walked him in a crooked circle
Till he knelt down and prayed
[Chorus]
They all go lookin' for the Lost Dutchman
They all leave pieces in the stone
You might find a fortune full of gold there
But you'll never bring it home
You can trade your blood for glitter
Sign your name in rock and bone
They all go lookin' for the Lost Dutchman
That mine just wants your soul
[Bridge]
Some say it's buried in the Superstitions
Some say the mountain moves at night
Some hear picks on the far horizon
When the moon burns just too bright
[Chorus]
They all go lookin' for the Lost Dutchman
They all leave pieces in the stone
You might find a fortune full of gold there
But you'll never bring it home
You can trade your blood for glitter
Sign your name in rock and bone
They all go lookin' for the Lost Dutchman
(oh, the Lost Dutchman)
That mine just wants your soul

country, Grimy dark country with baritone male vocals, twangy telecaster through a springy amp, and brushed snare riding a slow, stalking groove. Low fiddle drones under the verses; chorus swells with gang vocals and stomps like a haunted campfire chant. Slide guitar wails in the gaps, and the bridge drops to voice and sparse guitar before a final, ominous full-band hit.