Оригинален текст
High on a mountain in western Montana
A silouette moves cross a cinammon sky
Ridin' along 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 lullabye's
but we dont ever ask him, and he never talks about her
I guess its just better that we just let it slide
And he sings Oooh to the ladies
and Oooh he makes 'em sigh
Now he rides away on a horse he calls Music
With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye
He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
For not too much money, ha, but 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 thats left is a time old worn cowboy
With nothing more than the sweet by and by
And trailin behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride
And he sang Oooh to the ladies
and Oooh he d*mn near made some fall right down and die
Now 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 cinammon sky
Marking a place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by and by