歌手:Willie Nelson
专辑:《A Horse Called Music》


High on a mountain in western Montana

A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky

Riding alone 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 lullabies

But we don't ever ask him

And he never talks about her

I Guess it is just better that we all let it slide

And he sang "ooh" to the ladies

And ooh he made some 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

But way to much ride

But those were the days
When a horse he called Music

Could jump through the moon

And fly across the sky

Now all that's left is a old time worn cowboy

With only his dreams after the days long gone by

And trailing behind is a horse with no rider

A horse he calls memories that she used to ride

But he sang "ooh" to the ladies

And ooh he damn near made
Some fall right down and die

And 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 cinnamon sky

Marking the place where a horse he called Music

Lays with a cowboy there by he side