* A Horse Called Music
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
I guess it's just better that we all let it slide
And he sings "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he made some sigh
Then he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
Now he rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
For not too much money, but way too much ride
And those were the days when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and fly across the sky
Now all that's left is an old time worn cowboy
With only his dreams of the days long gone bye
And trailin' behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he called memories, that she used to ride
But he sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he damn near made some fall right down and die
Then he'd ride 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
Markin' a place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy there by his side
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
I guess it's just better that we all let it slide
And he sings "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he made some sigh
Then he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
Now he rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
For not too much money, but way too much ride
And those were the days when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and fly across the sky
Now all that's left is an old time worn cowboy
With only his dreams of the days long gone bye
And trailin' behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he called memories, that she used to ride
But he sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he damn near made some fall right down and die
Then he'd ride 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
Markin' a place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy there by his side
Credits
Writer(s): Wayne Carson
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