Оригинален текст
High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves cross a cinnamon 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
But we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her
I guess its better to 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 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, and way too much ride
But those were the days when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and sail across the sky
Now all that's left is a old time worn cowboy
With nothing more than the sweet bye and bye
Trailin' behind is a horse with no rider
A horse he calls Memories that she used to ride
But he sang oooh to the ladies
And oooh he damn near laid down and died
Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eyes
High on a mountain in western Montana
Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
Marking a place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy in the sweet bye and bye
