High on a mountain in western Montana

A silouette moves cross a cinammon sky

Ridin' along on a horse he called 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 just let it slide



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



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



Now all thats left is a time old worn cowboy

With nothing 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



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



High on a mountain in western Montana

Two crosses cut through a cinammon sky

Marking a place where a horse he called Music

Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by and by