Willie Nelson - A horse called music

^CHigh on a mountain on Western Mo^Fntana ^C C G7… ..C A silowet moves cross a cinnamon sky ^CRiding along on a horse he calls music^{F C}With a song on his lips G7 … …C And a tear in his eye ^CHe dreams of a time ^FAnd a lady who loved him ^CAnd how he would sing her S^Cweet lullabies ^{G7 C}But we don’t ever ask him ^FAnd he never talks about h^Cer ^CI guess it’s just better ^G7That we all let it s^Clide ^FAnd he sings ohhhh to the ^Clady’s ^FAnd ohhhh he makes them ^Csigh ^CThen he rides away ^FOn a horse he calls ^Cmusic ^CThe pain in his heart ^G7And a tear in his ^Ceye

^CNow he wrote the music ^FFrom Boston to ^CBozmon ^CNot to much money ^CAnd way to much ^G7ride ^CBut those were the days ^FWhen a horse he called ^Cmusic ^CThe jump through the moon ^G7And Flied across the ^Csky ^CNow all that’s left ^FIs an old time worn ^Ccowboy ^CWith only his dreams ^COf the days gone gone ^G7by ^CAnd trailin behind ^FIs a horse with no r^Cider ^CA horse he calls memories ^G7That she used to ^Cride ^CBut he sang ohhhh ^{F C}To the ladies ^CAnd ohh^Fhh he damn near made some f^Call right down and die ^CAnd he’d ride away On a hor^Fse he called m^Cusic ^CThe pain in his heart ^G7And a tear in his eye ^{C C}High on a mo^Funtain i^Cn Western Montana C G7… ..C Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky ^CMarkin the place were ^FA horse he called ^Cmusic ^CLays with a cowboy ^G7There by his s^Cide