Capo 1 
 
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High on a mountain in western Montana 
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A silhouette moves across a cinnamon sky 
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Riding along on a horse he calls music 
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With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye 
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He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him 
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and how he would sing her sweet lullaby's 
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but we don't ever ask him , and he never talks about her 
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I guess its just better that we all let it slide 

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And he sings Oooh to the ladies 
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and Oooh he makes 'em sigh 
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Then he rides away on a horse he calls Music 
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With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye
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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 thats left is an old time worn cowboy 
With only his dreams of the days long gone by 
And trailin behind is a horse with no rider 
A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride 
 
Chorus 
 
High on a mountain in western Montana 
Two crossed cut through a cinnamon sky 
Marking the place where a horse he called Music 
Lays with a cowboy there by his side