Willie Nelson - A Horse Called Music Lyrics
High on a mountain in western MontanaA silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon skyRiding alone on a horse he called MusicWith a song on his lips, and a tear in his eyeHe dreams of a time, and a lady that loved himAnd how he would sing her sweet lullabiesBut we don't ever ask himAnd he never talks about herGuess it is better to just let it slideBut sang "ooh" to the ladiesAnd ooh, he made some sighNow he rides away on a horse he called MusicWith a pain in his heart and a tear in his eyeHe rode the Music from Boston to BozemanFor not too much money, but way to much rideBut those were the days when a horse he called MusicCould jump through the moon and sail across the skyNow all that's left is a time-old worn cowboyWith nothin' more than the sweet by-and-byAnd trailing behind, is a horse with no riderA horse he calls memories that she used to rideAnd he sang "ooh" to the ladiesAnd ooh, he damn near made some fall right down and dieNow he rides away on a horse he called MusicWith a pain in his heart and a tear in his eyeHigh on a mountain in western MontanaTwo crosses cut, through a cinnamon skyMarking the place where a horse he called MusicLays with a cowboy in the sweet by-and-by...
