Willie Nelson - A horse called music

^DHigh on a mountain on Western Mo^Gntana ^D D A7… ..D A silowet moves cross a cinnamon sky ^DRiding along on a horse he calls music^{G D}With a song on his lips A7 … …D And a tear in his eye ^DHe dreams of a time ^GAnd a lady who loved him ^DAnd how he would sing her S^Dweet lullabies ^{A7 D}But we don't ever ask him ^GAnd he never talks about h^Der ^DI guess it's just better ^A7That we all let it s^Dlide ^GAnd he sings ohhhh to the ^Dlady's ^GAnd ohhhh he makes them ^Dsigh ^DThen he rides away ^GOn a horse he calls ^Dmusic ^DThe pain in his heart ^A7And a tear in his ^Deye

^DNow he wrote the music ^GFrom Boston to ^DBozmon ^DNot to much money ^DAnd way to much ^A7ride ^DBut those were the days ^GWhen a horse he called ^Dmusic ^DThe jump through the moon ^A7And Flied across the ^Dsky ^DNow all that's left ^GIs an old time worn ^Dcowboy ^DWith only his dreams ^DOf the days gone gone ^A7by ^DAnd trailin behind ^GIs a horse with no r^Dider ^DA horse he calls memories ^A7That she used to ^Dride ^DBut he sang ohhhh ^{G D}To the ladies ^DAnd ohh^Ghh he damn near made some f^Dall right down and die ^DAnd he'd ride away On a hor^Gse he called m^Dusic ^DThe pain in his heart ^A7And a tear in his eye ^{D D}High on a mo^Guntain i^Dn Western Montana D A7… ..D Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky ^DMarkin the place were ^GA horse he called ^Dmusic ^DLays with a cowboy ^A7There by his s^Dide