Craig Bickhardt - Hills of Geronimo (Live at Trinity Spotlight Concerts 2026)

Craig Bickhardt : vocal, acoustic guitar Aislinn Bickhardt-Landolt : harmony vocal Kyle swartzwelder : pedal steel guitar Nate Gonzales : keyboards Tommy Geddes : drums and percussion Songwriters : Craig Bickhardt and Robert George Hills of Geronimo I grip my iron appaloosa Far out in the Arizona night Cold echoes from the red rock canyons Join me in my midnight ride I faintly hear the phantom war cries Where proud Apache once called home Are those marauding ghosts behind me Or the moon reflecting off my chrome? In the hills of Geronimo A kingdom will be brought low History robs us of all we call holy It crumbles so slowly here Like the hills of Geronimo I ride these haunted, crooked highways Among the bones of old mesquite And the lion’s roar of my old Harley Brands a disappearing breed Like it feels a lonely kinship With a people who died wild and proud Fighting in defense of freedom’s birth right Is what this land is all about In the hills of Geronimo A kingdom will be brought low History robs us of all we call holy It crumbles so slowly here Like the hills of Geronimo The ride is rough beyond these highway signs But at least out here I know the road is mine I’d rather risk it all and sometimes lose Than just cruise along on roads I did not choose In the hills of Geronimo A kingdom will be brought low History robs us of all we call holy It crumbles so slowly here Like the hills of Geronimo Copyright 2023 Stone Barn Music (ASCAP)