A Horse Called Music

High on a mountain in western Montana

A silhouette moves cross a cinnamon sky

Ridin' along 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 lullabye

But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her

I guess its better to just let it slide

And he sings oooh to the ladies

And oooh he makes 'em sigh

Now 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, and way too 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 bye and bye

Trailin' behind is a horse with no rider

A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride

But he sang oooh to the ladies

And oooh he damn near laid down and died

Now he rides away on a horse he called Music

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

High on a mountain in western Montana

Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky

Marking a place where a horse he called Music

Lays with a cowboy in the sweet bye and bye