* 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