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, "Ooo" to the ladies "Ooo", he made some sigh Now, he rides away, on a horse, he called Music The pain, in his heart, and a tear, in his eye And he rode the Music, from Boston, to Bozeman Not too much money, way too much ride Those were the days, when a horse, he called Music Jumped to the moon, and sailed across the sky Now, all that's left, is a time worn old cowboy With nothin' more than the sweet, by-and-by Trailing along, is a horse with no rider A horse he called memories, that she used to ride And he sang, "Ooo" to the ladies And, "Ooo", 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