A Horse Called Music (With Merle Haggard)

Willie Nelson

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

Guess it is better to just let it slide

But 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 music

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 sail across the sky

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

With nothin' 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

And he sang ooh to the ladies

And ooh he damn near made some 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 the place where a horse he called Music

Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by-and-by