A Horse Called Music

Tune the guitar to drop D D Em7 D A7 D D Em7 D High on a mountain on Western Montana D A7 A silhouette moves cross a cinnamon sky D Em7 D 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 Em7 D And a lady who loved him D And how he would sing her A7 Sweet lullabies D But we don't ever ask him Em7 D And he never talks about her D I guess it's just better A7 D That we all let it slide D G D And he sings ooooh to the lady's G D And ooooh he makes them sigh D Then he rides away Em7 D On a horse he calls music D The pain in his heart A7 D And a tear in his eye D Em7 D A7 D D Now he rode the music Em7 D From Boston to Bozeman D For not too much money D A7 And way too much ride D But those were the days Em7 D When a horse he called music D Could jump through the moon A7 D And flied across the sky D Now all that's left Em7 D Is an old time worn cowboy D With only his dreams D A7 Of the days gone by D And trailin behind Em7 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 ooooh D To the ladies D G D And ooooh thay'd fall right down and die D And he'd ride away Em7 D On a horse he called music D The pain in his heart A7 D And a tear in his eye D Em7 D High on a mountain in Western Montana D A7 Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky D Markin the place were Em7 D A horse he called music D Lays with a cowboy A7 D In the sweet by and by D Em7 D A7 D