Horse Called Music Lyrics - Willie Nelson

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 to just let it slide 

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But sang "ooh" to the ladies 

And ooh, he made some sigh 

Now he rides away on a horse he called 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 

Photos 

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...