Horse Called Music
By Randy Travis

Capo 1

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High on a mountain in western Montana
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A silhouette moves across 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, and a tear in his eye
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He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him
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and how he would sing her sweet lullaby’s
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but we don’t ever ask him, and he never talks about her
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I guess its just better that we all let it slide


Chorus:
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And he sings Oooh to the ladies
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and Oooh he makes 'em sigh
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Then he rides away on a horse he calls Music
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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 when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and fly across the sky
Now all thats left is an old time worn cowboy
With only his dreams of the days long gone by
And trailin behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride

Chorus

High on a mountain in western Montana
Two crossed cut through a cinnamon sky
Marking the place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy there by his side