A Horse Called Music

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High on a mountain in Western Montana
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A silhouette moves cross 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
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And a tear in his eye
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He dreams of a time

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And a lady who loved him
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And how he would sing her
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Sweet lullabies

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But we don’t ever ask him
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And he never talks about her
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I guess it’s just better
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That we all let it slide

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And he sings ohhhh to the ladies
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And ohhhh he makes them sigh
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Then he rides away
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On a horse he calls music
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The pain in his heart
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And a tear in his eye

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Now he wrote the music
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From Boston to Bozmon
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Not too much money
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And way too much ride

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But those were the days
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When a horse he called music
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The jump through the moon
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And flied across the sky

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Now all that’s left
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Is an old time worn cowboy
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With only his dreams
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Of the days gone gone by

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And trailin’ behind
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Is a horse with no rider
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A horse he calls memories
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That she used to ride

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But he sang ohhhh
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To the ladies
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And ohhhh he damn near made some fall right down and die
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And he’d ride away
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On a horse he called music
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The pain in his heart
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And a tear in his eye

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High on a mountain in Western Montana
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Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
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Markin’ the place where

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A horse he called music
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Lays with a cowboy
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There by his side