* A Horse Called Music
High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
Riding alone on a horse he called Music
With a song on his lips and a tear in his eye
He dreams of a time and a lady that loved him
And how he would sing her sweet lullabies
But we don't ever ask him
And he never talks about her
I Guess it is just better that we all let it slide
And he sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh he made some sigh
Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
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
But way to 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 that's left is a old time worn cowboy
With only his dreams after the days long gone by
And trailing behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls memories that she used to ride
But he sang "ooh" to the ladies
And ooh he damn near made
Some fall right down and die
And he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
High on a mountain in western Montana
Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
Marking the place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy there by he side
* A Horse Called MusicLRC歌词
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[00:24.270]High on a mountain in western Montana
[00:29.650]
[00:33.110]A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky
[00:36.940]
[00:40.710]Riding alone on a horse he called Music
[00:45.130]
[00:48.170]With a song on his lips and a tear in his eye
[00:53.110]
[00:57.770]He dreams of a time and a lady that loved him
[01:02.000]
[01:03.970]And how he would sing her sweet lullabies
[01:08.560]
[01:12.640]But we don't ever ask him
[01:14.280]
[01:15.320]And he never talks about her
[01:17.210]
[01:19.620]I Guess it is just better that we all let it slide
[01:24.480]
[01:26.590]And he sang "ooh" to the ladies
[01:31.550]
[01:33.620]And ooh he made some sigh
[01:37.990]
[01:40.080]Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
[01:45.220]
[01:47.060]With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
[01:52.490]
[02:10.080]Now He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
[02:14.800]
[02:16.490]For not too much money
[02:17.710]
[02:19.700]But way to much ride
[02:21.520]
[02:24.670]But those were the days
[02:27.820]When a horse he called Music
[02:29.900]
[02:31.260]Could jump through the moon
[02:32.730]
[02:34.370]And fly across the sky
[02:36.570]
[02:39.490]Now all that's left is a old time worn cowboy
[02:44.550]
[02:45.680]With only his dreams after the days long gone by
[02:50.360]
[02:53.620]And trailing behind is a horse with no rider
[02:58.370]
[03:00.010]A horse he calls memories that she used to ride
[03:05.030]
[03:06.910]But he sang "ooh" to the ladies
[03:12.230]
[03:14.130]And ooh he damn near made
[03:17.160]Some fall right down and die
[03:19.310]
[03:20.520]And he rides away on a horse he called Music
[03:25.630]
[03:27.630]With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye
[03:32.950]
[03:35.890]High on a mountain in western Montana
[03:40.610]
[03:43.470]Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
[03:47.000]
[03:50.500]Marking the place where a horse he called Music
[03:55.630]
[03:58.610]Lays with a cowboy there by he side
