Originally recorded in C
Capo 1
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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
G D
With a song on his lips
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And a tear in his eye
D
He dreams of a time
G
And a lady who loved him
G D
And how he would sing her
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Sweet lullabies
D
But we don’t ever ask him
G D
And he never talks about her
G D
I guess it’s just better
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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
G D
The pain in his heart
A7 D
And a tear in his eye
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D
Now he wrote the music
G D
From Boston to Bozeman
G
Not to much money
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And way to much pride
D
But those were the days
G D
When a horse he called music
G D
Could jump through the moon
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And Scale across the sky
D
Now all that’s left
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Is an old time worn cowboy
D
With nothing more than the
D A7
Sweet by and by
D
And trailin’ behind
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Is a horse with no rider
D
A horse he calls memories
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That she used to ride
D G
But he sang ohhhh
D
To the ladies
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And ohhhh he damn near made some fall right down and die
D
And he’d ride away
G D
On a horse he called music
D
The pain in his heart
A7 D
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
D
Markin’ the place were
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A horse he called music
D
Lays with a cowboy
A7 D
There by his side
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