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

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

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

He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman

For not too much money, but 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 time worn old cowboy

With nothin' more than the sweet by-and-by

And trailing along, is a horse with no rider

A horse he called memories, that she used to ride

And he sang "ooh" to the ladies

And ooh, he made 'em damn near lay down and die

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 the place where a horse he called Music

Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by-and-by...