A Horse Called Music

   High on a mountain on Western Montana       A silowet moves cross a cinnamon 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 who 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 just better That we all let it slide And he sings ohhhh to the lady’s And ohhhh he makes them sigh Then he rides away On a horse he calls music The pain in his heart And a tear in his eye [Solo]            Now he wrote the music From Boston to Bozmon Not to much money And way to much ride But those were the days When a horse he called music The jump through the moon And Flied across the sky Now all that’s left Is an old time worn cowboy With only his dreams Of the days gone gone by And trailin behind Is a horse with no rider A horse he calls memories That she used to ride But he sang ohhhh To the ladies And ohhhh he damn near made some fall right down and die And he’d ride away On a horse he called music The pain in his heart And a tear in his eye     High on a mountain in Western Montana Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky    Markin the place were A horse he called music Lays with a cowboy There by his side