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

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
Guess it is better that we all let it slide

And he sings "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, 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 Bozeman
For not too much money, and way to much ride
But those were the days when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and fly 'cross the sky

Now all that's left is an old time worn cowboy
With only his dreams, of the days long gone by
And trailing behind, is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls memories, that she used to ride

But he sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he damn near made some fall right down and die
And he'd ride away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye

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 there by his side.