A Horse Called Music Lyrics

High on a mountain in western Montana

A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky

Riding alone on a horse he called Music

With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye

He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him

And how he would sing her sweet lullabies

But we don't ever ask him

And he never talks about her

Guess it is better to just let it slide

But sang "ooh" to the ladies

And ooh, he made some sigh

Now he rides away on a horse he called Music

With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye

He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman

For not too much money, but way to much ride

But those were the days when a horse he called Music Could jump through the moon and sail across the sky

Now all that's left is an old time-worn cowboy

With nothin' more than the sweet by-and-by

And trailing behind, is a horse with no rider

A horse he calls memories that she used to ride

And he sang "ooh" to the ladies

And ooh, he damn near made some fall right down and die

Now he rides away on a horse he called Music

With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye

High on a mountain in western Montana

Two crosses cut, through a cinnamon sky

Marking the place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy there by his side.

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