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