"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"."
Old Turkey Buzzard Old Turkey Buzzard Flying, flying high
He's just awaiting Buzzard's just awaiting Waiting for something down below to die 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 who scheme, the men who dream and die for gold on the rocks below
Gold, gold, gold They just got to have that Gold, gold, gold They'll do anything for gold
Old Turkey Buzzard Old Turkey Buzzard Flying, flying high
He's just awaiting Buzzard's just awaiting Waiting for something down below to die 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 wiff 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
