Gm
sunset shadows sharp against the red
Cm Gm
wisp of washed-out cloud snagged on the peak
Cm Gm
watching silent up above the sand
D Gm
silent, but listen to it speak
Cm Gm
that mountain everywhere I go
that mountain everything I know
that mountain sunset bleeding red
D Gm
that mountain can’t get it from my head
above the cactus, long and low and jagged
to the north and to the east it owns the sky
storm clouds rumble down along the range
nestle on its back and cry
chorus
D Gm
no superstition keep your gold
I’ve heard every lying story ever told
tell you mine ’cause I know
Cm D
I can leave here anytime I want to go
chorus begins on Gm
D Gm
that mountain can’t get it from my head
This one, specifically:
Phoenix’s east valley is dominated by the Superstition Mountains, a range that, unlike the Rockies, is a great square block of jagged peaks for miles. The one in the photo is the edge, looming over Apache Junction.