Karaoké A Horse Called Music Willie Nelson

High on a mountain in western Montana a silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky

Ridin' alone 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 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's just better that we all let it slide

And he sings Hoo ooh ooh to the ladies and hoo ooh ooh he made some sigh

Then 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 on a horse he called Music could jump through the moon and fly across the sky

Now all that's left is an 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 Hoo ooh ooh to the ladies

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

Then he'd ride 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

Markin' the place where a horse he called Music lays with a cowboy there by his side