Lyrics:

High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves across a cinnamon sky
Riding 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 lullabyes
But we don't ever ask him and he never talks about her
I guess it's just better that we just let it slide

CHORUS:
And he sang, ooohhh to the ladies
And ooohhh, he made some sigh
Now he rides along 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 Bozemon
For not too much money but way too 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 nothing 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

CHORUS:

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