# D G D A7 D D G D High on a mountain on Western Montana D A7 D A silowet moves cross a cinnamon sky D G Riding along on a horse he calls music D With a song on his lips A7 D And a tear in his eye D He dreams of a time G And a lady who loved him D And how he would sing her D A7 Sweet lullabies D But we don't ever ask him G D And he never talks about her D I guess it's just better A7 D That we all let it slide G D And he sings ohhhh to the lady's G D And ohhhh he makes them sigh D Then he rides away G D On a horse he calls music D The pain in his heart A7 D And a tear in his eye (DolG) D A7D D Now he wrote the music G D From Boston to Bozmon D Not to much money D A7 And way to much ride D But those were the days G D When a horse he called music D The jump through the moon A7 D And Flied across the sky D Now all that's left G D Is an old time worn cowboy D With only his dreams D A7 Of the days gone gone by D And trailin behind G D Is a horse with no rider D A horse he calls memories A7 D That she used to ride D G But he sang ohhhh D To the ladies D G D And ohhhh he damn near made some fall right down and die D Andhe'dd ride away G D On a horse he called music D The pain in his heart A7 D And a tear in his eye D G D High on a mountain in Western Montana D A7 D Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky D Markin the place were G D A horse he called music D Lays with a cowboy A7 D There by his side D G D A7 D