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[00:24.270]High on a mountain in western Montana
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[00:33.110]A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
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[00:40.710]Riding alone on a horse he called Music
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[00:48.170]With a song on his lips  and a tear in his eye
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[00:57.770]He dreams of a time  and a lady that loved him
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[01:03.970]And how he would sing her sweet lullabies
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[01:12.640]But we don't ever ask him
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[01:15.320]And he never talks about her
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[01:19.620]I Guess it is just better that we all let it slide
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[01:26.590]And he sang "ooh" to the ladies
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[01:33.620]And ooh  he made some sigh
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[01:40.080]Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
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[01:47.060]With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
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[02:10.080]Now He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
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[02:16.490]For not too much money
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[02:19.700]But way to much ride
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[02:24.670]But those were the days
[02:27.820]When a horse he called Music
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[02:31.260]Could jump through the moon
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[02:34.370]And fly across the sky
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[02:39.490]Now all that's left is a old time worn cowboy
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[02:45.680]With only his dreams after the days long gone by
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[02:53.620]And trailing behind  is a horse with no rider
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[03:00.010]A horse he calls memories that she used to ride
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[03:06.910]But he sang "ooh" to the ladies
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[03:14.130]And ooh  he damn near made
[03:17.160]Some fall right down and die
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[03:20.520]And he rides away on a horse he called Music
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[03:27.630]With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
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[03:35.890]High on a mountain in western Montana
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[03:43.470]Two crosses cut  through a cinnamon sky
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[03:50.500]Marking the place where a horse he called Music
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[03:58.610]Lays with a cowboy there by he side