Horse Called Music

<p>[Verse 1]<br/>High on a mountain in western Montana<br/>A silouette moves &#x27;cross a cinnamon sky<br/>Ridin&#x27; along on a horse he called Music<br/>With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye<br/><br/>[Verse 2]<br/>He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him<br/>And how he would sing her sweet lullabye&#x27;s<br/>But we don&#x27;t ever ask him, and he never talks about her<br/>I guess it&#x27;s just better that we just let it slide<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>And he sings Oooh to the ladies<br/>And Oooh he makes &#x27;em sigh<br/>Now he rides away on a horse he calls Music<br/>With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye<br/>[Verse 3]<br/>He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman<br/>For not too much money, ha, but way too much ride<br/>But those were the days when a horse he called Music<br/>Could jump through the moon and scale across the sky<br/><br/>[Verse 4]<br/>Now all that&#x27;s left is a time old worn cowboy<br/>With nothin&#x27; more than the sweet by and by<br/>And trailin&#x27; behind is a horse with no rider<br/>A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>And he sang Oooh to the ladies<br/>And Oooh he damn near made some fall right down and die<br/>Now he rides away on a horse he called Music<br/>With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye<br/><br/>[Outro]<br/>High on a mountain in western Montana<br/>Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky<br/>Markin&#x27; a place where a horse he called Music<br/>Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by and by