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High on a mountain on Western Montana

A silowet moves cross a cinnamon sky

Riding along on a horse he calls music

With a song on his lips

… …

And a tear in his eye

He dreams of a time

And a lady who loved him

And how he would sing her

Sweet lullabies

But we don’t ever ask him

And he never talks about her

I guess it’s just better

That we all let it slide

And he sings ohhhh to the lady’s

And ohhhh he makes them sigh

Then he rides away

On a horse he calls music

The pain in his heart

And a tear in his eye

Now he wrote the music

From Boston to Bozmon

Not to much money

And way to much ride

But those were the days

When a horse he called music

The jump through the moon

And Flied across the sky

Now all that’s left

Is an old time worn cowboy

With only his dreams

Of the days gone gone by

And trailin behind

Is a horse with no rider

A horse he calls memories

That she used to ride

But he sang ohhhh

To the ladies

And ohhhh he damn near made some fall right down and die

And he’d ride away

On a horse he called music

The pain in his heart

And a tear in his eye

High on a mountain in Western Montana

… ..

Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky

Markin the place were

A horse he called music

Lays with a cowboy

There by his side