Key: D
C
Am
F
C
High on a mountain in western Montana
Am
C
G
A silhouette moves across a cinnamon sky
C
Am
F
C
Riding along on a horse he calls music
Am
C
G
C
With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eye
C
Am
F
C
He dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him
Am
C
G
and how he would sing her sweet lullaby's
C
Am
F
C
but we don't ever ask him, and he never talks about her
Am
C
G
C
I guess its just better that we all let it slide
F
C
And he sings Oooh to the ladies
F
C
and Oooh he makes 'em sigh
C
Am
F
C
Then he rides away on a horse he calls Music
Am
C
G
C
With a pain in his heart, and a tear in his eye
Now he rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman