After a weekend at Las Vegas, Nev., Songwriters Johnny Lange, Walter Henry ("Hy") Heath and Fred Glickman were driving back to Hollywood, and getting what enjoyment they could from the desert scenery. On their way through Death Valley they spotted an occasional prospector trudging along beside his burro. "Nobody said anything at first," recalls dark-eyed Johnny Lange, "but then it occurred to us, like spontaneous combustion, you might say, that here was an idea for a song." They forgot the scenery, worked out words & music before they hit Hollywood. Glickman, who owns a small recording company, made a master record...
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