A Horse Called Music

wayne carson

high on a mountain in western Montana
a silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
riding alone on a horse he called Music
with a song on his lips and a tear in his eye

and he dreams of a time and a lady that loved him
and how he would sing her sweet lullabies
but we don't ever ask him and he never talks about her
I guess it is better to just let it slide

but he sang "oooh" to the ladies
and oooh : he made some sigh
now he rides away on a horse he called 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 but 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 is left is a time worn old cowboy
with nothin' more than the sweet by-and-by
and trailing behind is a horse with no rider
a horse he called Memories that she used to ride

and he sang "oooh" to the ladies
and ooh : he made 'em damn near lay down and die
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 by-and-by