[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
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
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