Radiation Rangers - A Horse Called Music

      This song was written by Willie Nelson and is performed by both 
Willie Nelson, on the album by the same name, and Randy Travis on 
You And You Alone. This is the way I perform it with my band,
The Radiation Rangers. It's kind of a blend of Willie and Randy
with a little "just me" thrown in. I hope you like it.
Tune the guitar to drop D

D  Em7  D  A7  D

D                     Em7     D
High on a mountain on Western Montana 
D                          A7
A silhouette moves cross a cinnamon sky 
D                 Em7            D
Riding along on a horse he calls music
D
With a song on his lips
      A7          D
And a tear in his eye

D
He dreams of a time
      Em7            D
And a lady who loved him
D
And how he would sing her
A7
Sweet lullabies
D
But we don't ever ask him
Em7                      D
And he never talks about her
D
I guess it's just better 
        A7         D
That we all let it slide 

[Chorus]
D            G            D
And he sings ooooh to the lady's 
    G                   D 
And ooooh he makes them sigh
D
Then he rides away 
     Em7            D
On a horse he calls music
D
The pain in his heart 
     A7           D
And a tear in his eye

[Solo]
D   Em7  D  A7  D

D
Now he rode the music
Em7            D
From Boston to Bozeman
D
For not too much money
D   A7
And way too much ride
D
But those were the days
       Em7             D
When a horse he called music
D
Could jump through the moon
    A7               D
And flied across the sky

D
Now all that's left
      Em7           D
Is an old time worn cowboy
D
With only his dreams
D      A7
Of the days gone by
D
And trailin behind
     Em7           D
Is a horse with no rider
D
A horse he calls memories
     A7          D
That she used to ride

[Chorus]
D           G
But he sang ooooh
D
To the ladies 
D   G                 D
And ooooh thay'd fall right down and die
D
And he'd ride away
     Em7             D
On a horse he called music
D
The pain in his heart
     A7           D
And a tear in his eye

D                     Em7     D                             
High on a mountain in Western Montana
D                         A7
Two crosses cut through a cinnamon sky
D
Markin the place were 
Em7               D
A horse he called music
D
Lays with a cowboy
A7                  D
In the sweet by and by

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