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High on a mountain on Western Montana
DA7 ..DA silowet moves cross a cinnamon sky
DG
Riding along on a horse he calls music
D
With a song on his lips
A7D
And a tear in his eye
D
He dreams of a time
G
And a lady who loved him
D
And how he would sing her
DA7
Sweet lullabies
D
But we don't ever ask him
GD
And he never talks about her
D
I guess it's just better
A7D
That we all let it slide
GD
And he sings ohhhh to the lady's
GD
And ohhhh he makes them sigh
D
Then he rides away
GD
On a horse he calls music
D
The pain in his heart
A7D
And a tear in his eye
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Now he wrote the music
GD
From Boston to Bozmon
D
Not to much money
DA7
And way to much ride
D
But those were the days
GD
When a horse he called music
D
The jump through the moon
A7D
And Flied across the sky
D
Now all that's left
GD
Is an old time worn cowboy
D
With only his dreams
DA7
Of the days gone gone by
D
And trailin behind
GD
Is a horse with no rider
DA horse he calls memories
A7D
That she used to ride
DG
But he sang ohhhh
D
To the ladies
DGD
And ohhhh he damn near made some fall right down and die
D
And hed ride away
GD
On a horse he called music
D
The pain in his heart
A7D
And a tear in his eye
DGD
High on a mountain in Western Montana
DA7 ..D
Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
D
Markin the place were
GDA horse he called music
D
Lays with a cowboy
A7D
There by his side
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This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.