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  • 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

    I Guess it is just better that we all let it slide

    And he 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

    Now 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 fly across the sky

    Now all that's left is a old time worn cowboy

    With only his dreams after 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 rides 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 he side
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    [00:24.270]High on a mountain in western Montana
    [00:29.650]
    [00:33.110]A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
    [00:36.940]
    [00:40.710]Riding alone on a horse he called Music
    [00:45.130]
    [00:48.170]With a song on his lips and a tear in his eye
    [00:53.110]
    [00:57.770]He dreams of a time and a lady that loved him
    [01:02.000]
    [01:03.970]And how he would sing her sweet lullabies
    [01:08.560]
    [01:12.640]But we don't ever ask him
    [01:14.280]
    [01:15.320]And he never talks about her
    [01:17.210]
    [01:19.620]I Guess it is just better that we all let it slide
    [01:24.480]
    [01:26.590]And he sang "ooh" to the ladies
    [01:31.550]
    [01:33.620]And ooh he made some sigh
    [01:37.990]
    [01:40.080]Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
    [01:45.220]
    [01:47.060]With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
    [01:52.490]
    [02:10.080]Now He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
    [02:14.800]
    [02:16.490]For not too much money
    [02:17.710]
    [02:19.700]But way to much ride
    [02:21.520]
    [02:24.670]But those were the days
    [02:27.820]When a horse he called Music
    [02:29.900]
    [02:31.260]Could jump through the moon
    [02:32.730]
    [02:34.370]And fly across the sky
    [02:36.570]
    [02:39.490]Now all that's left is a old time worn cowboy
    [02:44.550]
    [02:45.680]With only his dreams after the days long gone by
    [02:50.360]
    [02:53.620]And trailing behind is a horse with no rider
    [02:58.370]
    [03:00.010]A horse he calls memories that she used to ride
    [03:05.030]
    [03:06.910]But he sang "ooh" to the ladies
    [03:12.230]
    [03:14.130]And ooh he damn near made
    [03:17.160]Some fall right down and die
    [03:19.310]
    [03:20.520]And he rides away on a horse he called Music
    [03:25.630]
    [03:27.630]With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
    [03:32.950]
    [03:35.890]High on a mountain in western Montana
    [03:40.610]
    [03:43.470]Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
    [03:47.000]
    [03:50.500]Marking the place where a horse he called Music
    [03:55.630]
    [03:58.610]Lays with a cowboy there by he side