High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
Ridin' alone 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 lullabies
But we don't ever ask him and he never talks about her
I guess it's better that we just let it slide
But sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, he made some 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, but way to 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-old worn cowboy
With nothin' more, than the sweet by-and-by
And trailing behind, is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls Memories, that she used to ride
And he sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh, 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 cinnamon sky
Marking the place, where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy, in the sweet by-and-by