A Horse Called Music

[Verse 1]
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
And 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
I guess it's better to just let it slide

[Chorus]
But he 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

[Verse 2]
Now 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 a old time worn cowboy
With nothing 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

[Chorus]
But he sang "Ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he damn near made some fall 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

[Outro]
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 in the sweet by-and-by