Horse Called Music

Capo 1

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High on a mountain in western 
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Montana
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A silhouette moves across a cinnamon
 sky
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Riding along on a horse he calls 
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music
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With a song on his lips, and a 
          C
tear in his eye
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He dreams of a time, and a lady 
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that loved him
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and how he would sing her sweet 
        G
lullaby's
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but we don't ever ask him, and he 
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never talks about her
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I guess its just better that we 
           C
all let it slide



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And he sings Oooh to the ladies
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and Oooh he makes 'em sigh
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Then he rides away on a horse he
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 calls Music
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With a pain in his heart, and a 
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tear in his eye
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Now he rode the Music from Boston to
 Bozeman
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 crossed cut through a cinnamon 
sky
Marking the place where a horse he 
called Music
Lays with a cowboy there by his side