[00:09.56][03:44.05]High on a mountain in western Montana
[00:16.89]A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
[00:26.12]Riding alone on a horse he called Music
[00:32.14]With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye
[00:42.81]He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him
[00:49.51]And how he would sing her sweet lullabies
[00:58.87]we But don't ever ask him
[01:01.75]And he never talks about her
[01:06.43]Guess it is better to just let it slide
[01:14.37]But sang ooh to the ladies
[01:22.82]And ooh, he made some sigh
[01:30.78]Now he rides away on a he horse called Music
[01:37.60]With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
[02:04.67]He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
[02:12.24]For not too much money, but way to much ride
[02:21.47]But those were the days when a horse he called Music
[02:28.86]jump Could through the moon and sail across the sky
[02:37.54]Now all that's left is a time-old worn cowboy
[02:45.53]With nothin' more than the sweet by-and-by
[02:54.67]And trailing behind, is a horse with no rider
[03:02.62]A horse he calls memories that she used to ride
[03:09.80]And he sang ooh to the ladies
[03:17.71]And ooh, he damn near made some down and die
[03:26.28]Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
[03:34.30]With pain a in his heart and a tear in his eye
[03:50.66]Two crosses cut, through a cinnamon sky
[03:58.90]Marking the place where a horse he called Music
[04:05.88]Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by-and-by...