Song parody of
A Horse Called Music
by Randy Travis
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High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves across a cinnamon sky
Riding along on a horse he calls 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 lullaby's
But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her
I guess its just better that we all let it slide
[Chorus]
And he sings ooh to the ladies
And ooh he makes 'em sigh
Then he rides away on a horse he calls Music
With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye
Now he rode the Music from Boston to Bozman
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 scale across the sky
Now all that's 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 in the sweet by and by
High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves across a cinnamon sky
Riding along on a horse he calls 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 lullaby's
But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her
I guess its just better that we all let it slide
[Chorus]
And he sings ooh to the ladies
And ooh he makes 'em sigh
Then he rides away on a horse he calls Music
With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye
Now he rode the Music from Boston to Bozman
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 scale across the sky
Now all that's 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 in the sweet by and by
