Willie Nelson - Horse Called Music

Revolutions Of Time- The Journey 1975-1993

Disc 3



High on a mountain in western Montana

A silhouette moves cross a cinnamon sky

Ridin' along 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 lullabye's

but we don’t ever ask him, and he never talks about her

I guess its just better that we all let it slide



And he sings Oooh to the ladies

and Oooh he makes 'em sigh

Now 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 too 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 of the days long gone bye

And trailin behind is a horse with no rider

A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride



But he sang Oooh to the ladies

and Oooh 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



High on a mountain in western Montana

Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky

Marking a place where a horse he called Music

Lays with a cowboy there bye his side


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