Lyrics

[Verse 1] High on a mountain in western Montana A silouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky Ridin' along on a horse he called Music With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye [Verse 2] He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him And how he would sing her sweet lullabye's But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her I guess it's just better that we just let it slide [Chorus] And he sings Oooh to the ladies And Oooh he makes 'em sigh Now he rides away on a horse he calls Music With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye [Verse 3] He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman For not too much money, ha, but way too much ride But those were the days when a horse he called Music Could jump through the moon and scale across the sky [Verse 4] Now all that's left is a time old worn cowboy With nothin' more than the sweet by and by And trailin' behind is a horse with no rider A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride [Chorus] And he sang Oooh to the ladies And Oooh he damn near made some fall right down and die Now he rides away on a horse he called Music With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye [Outro] High on a mountain in western Montana Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky Markin' a place where a horse he called Music Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by and by