Horse Called Music

High on a mountain in western Montana A silouette moves cross a cinammon 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's But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her I guess it's just better that we 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 calls 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, ha, but way too much ride But those were the days when a horse he called Music Could jump through the moon and scale across the sky Now all that's left is a time old worn cowboy With nothing more than the sweet by and by And trailin behind is a horse with no rider A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride And he sang Oooh to the ladies And Oooh 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 cinammon sky Marking a place where a horse he called Music Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by and by