A Horse Called Music Lyrics - Merle Haggard

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.