Willie Nelson

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D} High on a mountain on Western Mo ^G ntana ^D
D A7… ..D
A silowet moves cross a cinnamon sky
^D Riding along on a horse he calls music ^G
D With a song on his lips
A7 … …D
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
S ^D weet lullabies ^A7
D But we don't ever ask him
^G And he never talks about h ^D er
^D I guess it's just better
^A7 That we all let it s ^D lide
^G And he sings ohhhh to the ^D lady's
^G And ohhhh he makes them ^D sigh
^D Then he rides away
^G On a horse he calls ^D music
^D The pain in his heart
^A7 And a tear in his ^D eye
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^D Now he wrote the music
^G From Boston to ^D Bozmon
^D Not to much money
^D And way to much ^A7 ride
^D But those were the days
^G When a horse he called ^D music
^D The jump through the moon
^A7 And Flied across the ^D sky
^D Now all that's left
^G Is an old time worn ^D cowboy
^D With only his dreams
^D Of the days gone gone ^A7 by
^D And trailin behind
^G Is a horse with no r ^D ider
^D A horse he calls memories
^A7 That she used to ^D ride
^D But he sang ohhhh ^G
D To the ladies
^D And ohh ^G hh he damn near made some f ^D all right down and die
^D And he'd ride away
On a hor ^G se he called m ^D usic
^D The pain in his heart
^A7 And a tear in his eye ^D
D High on a mo ^G untain i ^D n Western Montana
D A7… ..D
Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
^D Markin the place were
^G A horse he called ^D music
^D Lays with a cowboy
^A7 There by his s ^D ide
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