Horse Called Music

High on a mountain in western montana

A silouette moves across a cinammon sky

Riding along on a horse he calls 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 dont ever ask him, and he never talks about her

I guess its just better that we all let it slide

Chorus:

And he sings oooh to the ladies

And oooh he makes 'em sigh

Then he rides away on a horse he calls music

With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye

Now he rode the music from boston to bozman

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 fly across the sky

Now all thats left is an old time worn cowboy

With only his dreams of the days long gone by

And trailin behind is a horse with no rider

A horse he calls memories that she used to ride

Chorus

High on a mountain in western montana

Two crosses cut through a cinammon sky

Marking the place where a horse he called music

Lays with a cowboy there by his side