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 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

Guess it is better that we all let it slide And he sings "ooh" to the ladies

And ooh, he makes 'em sigh

Then he rides away on a horse he calls 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 to much ride

But those were the days when a horse he called Music

Could jump through the moon and fly 'cross the sky Now all that's left is an old time worn cowboy

With only his dreams, of the days long gone by

And trailing behind, is a horse with no rider

A horse he calls memories, that she used to ride But he sang "ooh" to the ladies

And ooh, he damn near made some fall right down and die

And he'd ride 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 there by his side.