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