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