A Horse Called Music

High on a mountain in western Montana A silhouette 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 And he dreamed of a time and a lady that loved him And how he would sing her sweet lullabye But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her I guess its better to just let it slide And he sang oooh to the ladies And oooh he makes 'em sigh Now he rides away on a horse he called Music With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye 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 sail across the sky Now all that's left is a time worn old cowboy With nothing more than the sweet bye and bye Trailin' along is a horse with no rider A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride And he sang oooh to the ladies And oooh he damn near laid down and died Now he rides away on a horse he called Music With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eyes High on a mountain in western Montana Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky Marking the place where a horse he called Music Lays with a cowboy in the sweet bye and bye --- A Horse Called Music - Willie Nelson