All language subtitles for Maverick S4E19 - Dutchmans Gold SDH ENGLISH

♪ Dutchman's gold ♪

♪ Oh Dutchman's gold ♪

(male narrator #1)
In the Arizona Desert

stands a giant
of earth and stone.

Mighty Superstition Mountain..

With its mystery and its gold.

A miner out prospecting
found his fortune and his fame

found the gold in Superstition.

Just plain Dutchman
was his name.

Get this old mule hay and water
for you and whiskey for me.

Whiskey and poker. Ha ha ha.

[theme music]

(male narrator #2)
"Maverick."

Starring Jack Kelly
and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Bros.

[orchestral music]

A Warner Bros.
Television production.

♪ Dutchman's gold ♪

♪ Dutchman's gold ♪

♪ Dutchman's yellow gold ♪♪

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Howdy, stranger.
Welcome to The Blue Bell.

Well, thank you.

It's always a pleasure
to patronize

a... high-class saloon.

- Are you being sarcastic?
- A little.

Now where is the spacious
gambling palace?

Right over there.

One poker table?

One poker table.

Very, very spacious.

I take it you're
Charlotte Simmons.

Resident Manager
and a half owner.

- Who are you?
- Beau Maverick.

Owner of the other half.

What are you talking about?

While your former partner
was vacationing in Phoenix

he and I got into
a poker game. He lost.

Well, he usually does.

Why, he persuaded me
to tear up his IOUs

in return for his
interest in The Blue Bell.

Not a very bright move
on my part, I'm thinking.

Well, actually, I think
you made a good deal.

'This place is always
a little slow at this time.'

But at night, you have to fight
your way through the crowds.

That's sounds encouraging.

How about a drink to our
future prosperity... partner?

Sounds good... partner.

Charlie.

Charlie!

(Charlie)
'I'm coming!'

I'm coming.

- Hungry?
- Yes, now that you mention it.

Help yourself to
whatever you want.

Thanks.

Charlie, this
is Mr. Maverick.

He's taken over Lenny Burns's
interest in The Blue Bell.

Howdy.

Get out the bottle
of special Cointreau, Charlie.

Actually, Lenny and I made an
awful lotta money in this place.

The truth is we should've
even done better.

Oh?

Problem was divided ownership.

Squabble, squabble, squabble.

I guess it's always
that way with partners.

You feel that a single
owner running this place

without any interference from
a partner could make a fortune?

Right on the button.

You have a very keen
financial brain, Mr. Maverick.

- Very keen.
- Well, thank you.

And as we seem to understand
each other so well

I have a proposition to
make to you, Miss Simmons.

Go ahead.

How would you like to buyout
my interest in The Blue Bell?

Well, uh..

You see, what I had in mind
was that... you buy me out.

Oh..

Well, I wouldn't deprive
you of the income

from this high-class saloon
and... spacious gambling palace.

In other words, you haven't
believed one word I've said.

Not a syllable.

Then why did you let
me go on like that?

Because you're so pretty
when you're lying.

Oh.

Uh, Miss Charlotte, the, uh

the deliveryman's
here with the beer

but, uh, I ain't got no
money in the chill to pay him.

Well, I'm flat broke, too.

I guess that leaves
it up to you... partner.

Well, partner, if, uh...
this doesn't cover it

'we're in real trouble.'

'Cause that is the entire
Maverick fortune.

[dramatic music]

You!

You want something, pop?

You will tell where
is Livery Stable.

[scoffs]

We will?

Yeah.

[chuckling]

Okay. Keep going
down the street.

'Last building on the right
is the one you want.'

[grunting]

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[laughing continues]

[music continues]

How about havin' a drink
with me, Charlotte?

Later on, Sandy.

Well, now, that's
what you always say.

How much later on?

When you've grown up,
say, in about five years.

[laughing]

Maybe I'm not as wet behind
the ears as you seem to think.

Tell your kid brother
to let loose of my wrist.

Oh, well, he's pretty near
full grown, Charlotte.

How do you expect me
to make him mind?

In a high-class saloon
like this, friend

we always treat
ladies with respect.

Now take your hand
off Miss Simmons!

I was having
a little fun is all.

So, you've had it.

Now pick up your marbles
and run along, sonny.

Come on.

Who are they?

The Tripp Brothers.
Vern and Sandy.

They're saddle tramps.

I must say, you cater
to a choice clientele.

I'd swear I'd seen at least half
these faces on wanted posters.

Well, if business gets any worse

you can always take
up bounty hunting.

No thanks. I'm more
the easy-going penniless type.

However, if I weren't,
I might do something

about that character over there.

[guitar music]

The senor?

What's wrong with him?

You don't know who he is?

Well, around here
we don't ask names.

We just call him senor
and let it go with that.

He's very polite.

He's one of the few
cash customers we got.

Besides, I like his music.

Well, that polite gentleman
happens to be Ricardo Padilla.

Probably the most dangerous
bandit ever to cross the border.

- Him?
- Mm-hmm.

[guitar music]

[indistinct chattering]

[guitar music]

It doesn't bother
you he's a killer?

Not as long as
his cash holds out.

[indistinct chattering]

Fill it up again, Charlie.

You!

I asked you where
is Livery Stable.

'Why you send me
to barber shop?'

Well, we figured
a shave and a haircut

wouldn't do you
no harm at all, pop.

You make joke with Dutchman.

[imitating the Dutchman]
Yeah. We make joke.

[laughing]

Ha ha ha. Good. Good.

Now Dutchman make joke with you.

[Tripp Brothers grunting]

[grunts]

Do something.

Alright, now. Cut it out, you
two. Leave the old man alone.

Someone ask you to butt in?

[Maverick grunts]

[Vern laughing]

[groans]

[grunts]

(Sandy)
'Woah, pop, enough is enough.'

Und you?

No.

No more. Thanks.

Me and brother like
a good fight, but, uh

the way I see it..

This ain't been such a good one.

So how about we have
a drink instead?

Give pop whatever he wants.
Put it on our tab.

No more credit for you two.

You're in the deep for
nearly seven dollars already.

- Sorry, pop.
- I buy drinks. For everybody.

Hold on, Charlie.

I'll have to see the color
of your money first.

It's yellow, my money.

'Pure und yellow.'

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

He can have whatever he wants.

Drinks for everybody
und a bottle for me.

[dramatic music]

Nuggets the size of my thumb.

See what you can do.

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

(Beau)
Excuse me.

I'm part owner here.

Also, house dealer

in case you're interested
in a game of poker.

The Dutchman is interested.

Step this way to our
spacious gambling palace.

Tell me, are you by any
chance the famous Dutchman?

Famous? What is this famous?

Oh, I've heard
stories about you.

That you have a secret
gold mine somewhere.

So?

People say every so often you

pop up in town, go on a spree
until you're broke again.

People say lots of things.

Mind telling me if the stories
about the gold mine are true?

Yeah, I mind.
We play poker now.

I was only asking.

I don't like people
to ask questions.

Bartender, more
drinks for everybody.

But not for him.

Six stacks of ten alright?

Put him down for it, partner.

♪ Oh the Dutchman
was a gambler ♪

♪ And the party was his fun ♪

♪ But he kept his
precious secret ♪

♪ Never trusting anyone ♪

♪ Off his whisky
he gave freely ♪

♪ When betting he was bold ♪

♪ Knowing mighty Superstition ♪

♪ Held lots of yellow gold ♪♪♪

I don't like you.

Can't help it if I'm lucky.

- How much do I owe the house?
- Must be over a thousand.

One thousand one hundred
and twenty three dollars

to be exact.

You settle for half my nuggets?

That oughta cover it.
What do you say, partner?

Sure.

Can't touch the gold.
There's a curse on it.

Do you think you're gonna talk
us outta our legal winnings

with a Halloween
story like that?

The gold is yours, but you
would do well to wear gloves

until the curse is
burnt out with fire.

What's he talking about?

I think he means, once
the gold is melted down

the curse doesn't
hold anymore. Right?

You believe his nonsense?

Of course not.

You can touch it with
your bare hand if you want.

You I don't like.

[intense music]

You a coward or something?

Yes.

Well, here's one guy

that hasn't got
a streak down his back.

You did a very
foolish thing, my boy.

A very foolish thing.

Well, I'm alive, ain't I?

Lightning didn't strike.
The roof didn't fall in on me.

Where do you want me to put it?

In the safe. I'll open it.

A moment, please.

You will remain where you are.

You are a legend, senor.

'I've heard many tales
of your secret gold mine.'

So?

No doubt you have a map
of where it is located.

But I've heard it's on the other
side of Apache territory

in wild unmarked country.

Up here is map.

It seems unlikely that you'd
keep no record of directions.

Where there are no trails,
even an Indian can get lost.

The Dutchman said no map.

Ramone.

[speaking Spanish]

Now, you will proceed
to draw me a map.

Don't do it, Dutchman.

Your advice is ill-timed, amigo.

Is it?

You give him the map
and you're as good as dead.

'He'll kill you to make sure you
never return to the mine again.'

On the other hand,
if he disobeys me

'I will shoot him
without any conversation.'

But on the third hand..

The Dutchman is the only one
who knows where that mine is.

Kill him and you'll
never find it.

You talk good sense.

I don't like you,
but you talk good sense.

Put the nuggets back
in the bag, senor.

And bring the bag to me.

- Gracias.
- You'd better watch out.

This gold has a curse on it.

I've heard all about the Apache
curse. I will respect it.

Me, I don't
believe in it at all.

[dramatic music]

Tell your friends
to drop their gun.

[speaking Spanish]

In English.

But they do not
understand English, amigo.

[gunshots]

Ah, he was so young to die.
He gave us no choice.

[grunts]

[dramatic music]

[speaking Spanish]

No map I said.

[music continues]

Fool thing to do, taking up
Padilla's gang all by himself.

Fool thing he did
was to touch the gold.

From that moment he was doomed.

They took all my equipment.

[instrumental music]

[clanking]

What did you do?
Buy out the general store?

Just about.
I'm grubstaking the Dutchman.

I thought he didn't like you.

I don't.

It's a business arrangement.

You'd better go back for
the rest of the stuff, huh.

May I ask where you got
the money to buy all that?

Well, as a matter of fact

I sort of charged it
to the saloon's account.

Well, you go right on
back and uncharge it.

Do you have any idea
how much we owe already?

I went over
the books this morning.

And that's exactly why I
am grubstaking the Dutchman.

You see, half the gold he
brings back will be mi... ours.

It oughta be enough to put
The Blue Bell on its feet.

What makes you so sure
that he'll come back?

What's to keep him from
never showing up here again?

I don't trust him
any more than you do.

That's why I'm going with him.

You're going?

So, you see, you have nothing
to worry about... partner.

Well, I have one thing
to worry about... partner.

How do I know you'll
come back with my share?

[chuckles] You'll, uh...
just have to trust me.

I don't trust anybody.

Especially winning
poker players.

There's no other way.

Oh, yes, there is.

I'm going.

Apache Country is
no place for a woman.

- I won't hear of it.
- You just did.

- I said...
- I'm going along.

And that's
that... partner.

[instrumental music]

How much longer do we ride?

As long as there is light.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

- What's wrong?
- A thought I just had.

Uh huh?

(Charlotte )
'Now that we've bought him'

a horse and everything,
what's to prevent him

from sneaking off in
the middle of the night?

Oh, he's too smart for that.

The Dutchman has it figured
that Padilla is following us.

The senor on our trail?

Are you sure?

Couldn't be more certain.
Explain it to her, Dutchman.

You do it.

Alright.

Didn't it surprise you that
a big-time bandit like Padilla

stooped to a saloon hold up?

Why, yes.

He even went through
the Dutchman's pockets

for all his small change.

On top of that, he stole
the saddlebags from his mule.

Why?

I... thought he was
looking for a map.

No, he wanted to make sure
the Dutchman had nothing left.

'Absolutely nothing.'

'Right?'

With the Dutchman broke, there's
only one thing for him to do.

Make another trip to
his secret gold mine.

'Padilla plans to follow
and then take over.'

- 'It's as simple as that.'
- I see.

Now, if you were as smart
as the Dutchman here

and you knew that Padilla
was following you

wouldn't you want two friends
along just in case of attack?

I sure would.

'Especially if one of them
was a good shot like me.'

And the other was a first-rate
triggerman like you.

Exactly.

And that's why we're in
no danger of the Dutchman

sneaking off while we're asleep.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Amigo.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

My friend wishes to know
why you tried to kill him.

Because he's the one
that shot down my brother.

It's true. He did. But only
in the course of business.

- Business.
- Si, business.

We are bandits.

But we work hard for a profit
just as any tradesman.

When Ramone shot your brother,
it was not out of hatred.

'But only because it was
his professional duty.'

You make it sound
like a storekeeper

countin' out change.

There is a similarity.

In both cases, very little
emotion is involved.

[horse snorting]

[speaking Spanish]

I told my friend
to quiet the horses.

'We will continue
our discussion now.'

If you're gonna kill me,
why don't you get it over with?

Kill you?

Why should I destroy someone
of potential value to me?

[scoffs] That would
be very bad business.

I don't know what,
what you mean.

Potential value.

Simply stated, it is this.

You can be of help to me
in my present undertaking.

Present job, if you prefer.

I don't know what you're up to.
I don't want no part of it.

Even if there are enormous
profits in which you will share?

No.

Gold, amigo. Gold such as
you have never dreamed of.

Gold enough for a king.

There ain't enough
money in the world

to make me throw in
with my brother's murderer.

Ramone shot your brother, not I.

If Ramone's presence
disturbs you..

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[horse neighing]

Listen.

[music continues]

[music continues]

Hold it.

So, you.

Any objections?

We were expecting someone else.

Oh, the senor?

He won't bother you anymore.

In fact, Senor Padilla will
never bother anyone else again.

That's the senor's gun alright.

- You killed him?
- Him and his friend, both.

I caught up with 'em last night.

Tried to talk me into
throwin' in with him, so I..

Played along for a while.

Then, the minute his
back was turned... fisch.

In the back?

Did they give my brother
any kind of a chance?

Why you follow us?

Why you not turn back
when you kill him?

'Cause of that.

[dramatic music]

Apaches.

Yeah, a war party.

Uh, couldn't go back to town
without ridin' right into 'em.

- You had better stick with us.
- No, already too many.

Use your head, Dutchman.

We may need every
gun we can get.

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

- Which way, Dutchman?
- Follow me.

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[whispering]
Psst! Amigo.

[whispering]
'Amigo.'

Had any trouble following us?

You leave a very
plain trail, amigo.

I'll follow it straight
to the gold mine

and then we will take charge.

You and I, huh?

I'm worried about the Dutchman.

The way I figure, he'd have
snuck off by himself long ago.

It wasn't that he was
afraid of the Apaches.

Then I shall see to it that the
Apaches continue to concern him.

[mule grunting]

Quick.

Drink, mule.

And then you must rest.

Another long day is coming up.

You know somethin', Dutchman?

You and that mule have
been together so long

you're beginning to
look like each other.

[laughing]

- What's that?
- Sounded like bird.

In this country? Nein.

What then?

It's how the Indians
signal each other.

With birdcalls.

[Padilla chirping]

Come, we must get
back with the others.

[chirping continues]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[swooshes]

[dramatic music]

Apaches.

Anyway, he went down fighting.

Better we move
out of here quickly.

We'll ride straight
for Superstition Mountain.

♪ Mighty Superstition Mountain ♪

♪ Standing high and all alone ♪

♪ Once you told
your precious secret ♪

♪ And you gave your
soft pure gold ♪

♪ 'Pache Indians
know the story ♪

♪ And imagine there is gold ♪

♪ Many tales of the beginning ♪

♪ When you gave
your yellow gold ♪♪

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Did they discover what
you were up to, amigo?

Which way did they go?

Which way?

[instrumental music]

- Who lived way out here?
- A wealthy family, Paroulters.

They were here even
before the Indians.

They left when the United States
took over the land from Mexico.

I've heard of the Paroulters.

Don't tell me you've stumbled
on the last Paroulter mine?

Did you?

You said not to tell you,
so I won't.

We go now to mountain.
And there's no water there.

Drink all you want
and fill your canteens.

You go ahead.

You first.

Hold it, Charlotte.
The animals are thirsty, too.

I think maybe the mule
deserves the first drink.

Mule drink later.

- Now.
- No!

Another well over there.

What's wrong?

Poison well, I think.

And he was just gonna stand
there and let us drink it?

Look on the bright side.

If he's that anxious
to get rid of us

it means there's no
danger of Apache trouble.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[clanking]

Come back here, Dutchman.

Vardum, vardum, var.

Yeah, you don't like me.

[sighs]

Maverick.

I've got to have a drink.

Go easy on that, Charlotte.
We're pretty near empty.

How much farther?

Long time, yet.

Long, long time.

Why are we
travelling in circles?

We've passed this spot before.

Maybe you better guide.

Look there. Those are
the tracks we made yesterday.

'See that funny print
his mule leaves?'

Yah, we go in circles.

Round and round
and round we goes.

And where we stop, nobody knows.

Is good joke, yah?

What's he talking about?

Joke?

Let him talk.

There is no secret gold mine.

That is joke.

You're lying.

No, he's not.

I noticed something funny
about his hands this morning.

They don't have
any calluses on them.

What about it?

Did you hear of anyone
working a gold mine

without getting calluses?

Well, if there's no gold mine

then where did
he get the nuggets?

There was this story
that some time ago

the Apaches stumbled across
the lost Paroulter mine.

They cash the gold somewhere
in the Superstitions.

Maybe the Dutchman's found it.

Well, he'll never lead us to it.
You can bet your life on that.

Just take us around in
circles until we drop.

Maybe not.

If we let him think he's fooling
us, we know where he's heading.

Dutchman.

What is?

Charlotte and I have
decided to go back home.

So?

We can't leave you here alone.

[chuckles]

Dutchman is not alone.
Dutchman has horse.

Dutchman has mule.
We go in circles, eh, mule?

It's no use, I guess.

We can't force him to go
with us if he doesn't want to.

We have our own
lives to think of.

Round and round
and round we goes.

And where we stop, nobody knows.

[clicking tongue]

[instrumental music]

Puts on a pretty
good act, doesn't he?

Now what?

We follow him.

We keep out of sight.

Goodbye, Dutchman!

- Maverick.
- Hmm?

Suppose it's not an act?

Suppose, we follow
him into nowhere..

Without water?

[clopping]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[clangs]

[music continues]

What's wrong?

Where are we?

Indian burial ground.
Sacred territory.

What happens if
they find us here?

Don't worry, they never
come here during the dry season.

Oh.

Unless their big
chief happens to die.

Well, here's wishing
him a long life.

Yeah.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

I'm scared, Maverick.

I ain't what you
call happy myself.

[dramatic music]

[rustling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[rustles]

[screaming]
Look out!

[shouts]

Take it easy, Dutchman.
We're not here to rob you.

What then?

You seem to forget I staked you.
We have a deal.

Anyway, there's more nuggets
in any one of these piles

than you could ever use.

Why not cut us in
for a bagful apiece?

Do you swear never to
try to find my cave again?

I swear.

- Und you?
- I swear.

'One bag each.'

Gloves on.

Uh, how'd you find this cave?

My mule stumbled into
the cave opening one time.

- Is it the Paroulter mine?
- I think so.

Maybe the Apaches
know where is the mine

and they bring
them nuggets here.

'To the Apaches, nugget
is pretty, nothing more.'

- 'They use it for decorations.'
- Quiet.

I thought I heard something.

What's back there?

Another cave.

The Apaches make sacrifices
there to the Thunder Gods.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[Charlotte screams]

It's Wanahini.

Chief of the Apaches.

He's dead.

[tapping]

Over there.

[dramatic music]

It's Vern Tripp.

- How did you get here?
- Apaches.

They captured me.

Then they brought
us here last night.

Him and me.

And they just rode
away and left us here.

The Indians are frightened to
stay on sacred ground overnight.

But they'll be back at sunrise

to bury Wanahini and to
take a life for a life.

- Him?
- Yeah, him.

You kill Wanahini?

Him and two others.

They come at me.

It'll be sunrise in an hour.
We must hurry.

[grunts]

Aren't you gonna take
some of the nuggets?

Might as well... I guess.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Alright, come and get it.

- Smells good.
- Where's Vern?

He's still with
the mounts, I guess.

Vern!

Vern!

The gold, it is gone.

Why, that dirty double cross..

[howling]

Apaches.

I warned you they would
come after their sacrifice

but you would not listen.

They got their gold back, too.

Maybe that will
be enough for them.

Maybe.

[howling]

Maybe not.

Let's get back to the rocks

as if we had not
noticed anything.

Mm-hmm.

[screams]

[Charlotte gasping]

Don't waste any bullets.

Is bad this..

You'll be alright.

[man screaming]

That-that sounds like Vern.

Maybe I am the lucky one.

[grunts]

[howling]

[gunshot]

Got him.

How many are still out there?

I don't know.
Ten, twelve, maybe.

- Maverick.
- Hmm?

Save three bullets.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

It's the last six.

[gunshot]

That's not coming
from the Indians.

[gunshot]

It's Padilla.

Alive?

[intense music]

[gunshot]

Three left.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Look out, Padilla!

[gunshot]

Gracias, amigo!

Two.

That one was mine.

Well, use mine too on him.

[gunshot]

Missed. I'm sorry.

Don't cough.
Now get him with my bullet.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[hammer clicks]

Padilla!

Senor!

We're out of ammunition.

I'm afraid I'll have
to leave you, senor.

I, too, am running low.

Spare us three bullets,
we don't wanna be captured.

Very well.

Be prepared to catch.

[intense music]

- Adios, amigo!
- Adios!

There's three
Apaches left out there.

It's only a matter of time.

[arrow whooshes]

Unless..

Aah!

[gunshots]

[Charlotte screaming]

You alright?

(The Dutchman)
'Maverick.'

'Maverick.'

Inside boot is map.

No, other boot.

It shows how to find cave.

The gold is yours now.

Why give it to me?

Because I don't
like you, Maverick.

[intense music]

What did he mean
by that, do you suppose?

That gold has a curse
on it, gloves or no gloves.

He wanted you to be
its next victim.

You're trying to talk me
into giving it to you?

I wouldn't touch it
with a ten-foot pole.

(Padilla)
'I would.'

'A while back
you saved my life, amigo.'

Don't make me take yours now.

The map, please.

Gracias.

[guitar music]

[Dutchman's Gold]

♪ Now I like to
dream and wonder ♪

♪ If someday you'll give again ♪

♪ A bounty of your treasure ♪

♪ To some lonely
strugglin' man ♪

♪ And you in all
your splendor ♪

♪ May choose me to be the one ♪

♪ To find
your precious treasure ♪

♪ Shinin' yella in the sun ♪

♪ Oh, the Dutchman
was a gambler ♪

♪ And a party was his fun ♪

♪ But he kept his
precious secret ♪

♪ Never trustin' anyone ♪

♪ And in death
he still is laughin' ♪

♪ For the grave
his secret holds ♪

♪ And the mighty superstitions ♪

♪ Keep the Dutchman's
yella gold ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪

♪ Dutchman's ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪♪

♪ Who is the tall dark
stranger there? ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail
to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as a handle
on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon,
blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat, ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well, Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪

♪ Riverboat, ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well, Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪♪