A Horse Called Music Chords by Willie Nelson
Tempo:
93.4 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bm
A
G
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
High [D] on a mountain in western Montana,
[Bm] a silhouette moves across a cinnamon [A] sky.
[D]
[G] Riding along on a horse he called Music, [A] [Bm] with a song on his lips and a tear [A] in his [D] eye.
And he [Bm] dreams of a time and [G] a lady that loved him, [D] [Bm] and how he [D]
would sing her a sweet lullaby.
[C#]
[A] [D] But we don't [Bm] ever ask him, and [G] he never talks about her.
[D] [Bm] I guess [D] it's better to just [A] let it [D] slide.
But he sang, [G] ooh, [D] to the lady,
[G] ooh, he made [D] some pride.
[G] [A] [D] Now he rides away [Bm]
on a [G] horse he called [D] Music, [Bm] with a pain in [D] his heart [A] and a tear in [D] his eye.
Now
[Bm] [G] [D]
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] he rode [Bm] the music [G] from Boston to [D] Bozeman, [Bm] but not too much [D] money, way too much [A] ride.
[C#] [D] But those [Bm] were the days [G] when a horse [D] he called Music [Bm] jumped through [D] the moon [A] and sailed across the [D] sky.
Now all [Bm] that's left is [G] a time worn [D] old cowboy with [Bm] nothing [D] more than a sweet bye [A] and I.
[D]
Trailing [Bm] along [G] is a horse with [D] no rider, [Bm] a horse he [D] called Memories,
[A] that she [D] used to ride.
And he [G] sang, ooh, to the lady, ooh, they damn [D] near lay down and [G] die.
[D]
Now he [Bm] rides away [G] on a horse he called [D] Music, [Bm] with a [D] pain in his heart [A] and a tear [D] in his eye.
High [Bm] on a mountain [D] in western Montana, [Bm] two crosses cut [A] through a cinnamon [D] sky,
marking the place [G] where a horse he called [D] Music [Bm] lays with a cowboy in the [A] sweet by [D] and by.
[Bm] [G] [D]
[Bm] [A]
[D]
[N]
[Bm] a silhouette moves across a cinnamon [A] sky.
[D]
[G] Riding along on a horse he called Music, [A] [Bm] with a song on his lips and a tear [A] in his [D] eye.
And he [Bm] dreams of a time and [G] a lady that loved him, [D] [Bm] and how he [D]
would sing her a sweet lullaby.
[C#]
[A] [D] But we don't [Bm] ever ask him, and [G] he never talks about her.
[D] [Bm] I guess [D] it's better to just [A] let it [D] slide.
But he sang, [G] ooh, [D] to the lady,
[G] ooh, he made [D] some pride.
[G] [A] [D] Now he rides away [Bm]
on a [G] horse he called [D] Music, [Bm] with a pain in [D] his heart [A] and a tear in [D] his eye.
Now
[Bm] [G] [D]
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] he rode [Bm] the music [G] from Boston to [D] Bozeman, [Bm] but not too much [D] money, way too much [A] ride.
[C#] [D] But those [Bm] were the days [G] when a horse [D] he called Music [Bm] jumped through [D] the moon [A] and sailed across the [D] sky.
Now all [Bm] that's left is [G] a time worn [D] old cowboy with [Bm] nothing [D] more than a sweet bye [A] and I.
[D]
Trailing [Bm] along [G] is a horse with [D] no rider, [Bm] a horse he [D] called Memories,
[A] that she [D] used to ride.
And he [G] sang, ooh, to the lady, ooh, they damn [D] near lay down and [G] die.
[D]
Now he [Bm] rides away [G] on a horse he called [D] Music, [Bm] with a [D] pain in his heart [A] and a tear [D] in his eye.
High [Bm] on a mountain [D] in western Montana, [Bm] two crosses cut [A] through a cinnamon [D] sky,
marking the place [G] where a horse he called [D] Music [Bm] lays with a cowboy in the [A] sweet by [D] and by.
[Bm] [G] [D]
[Bm] [A]
[D]
[N]
Key:
D
Bm
A
G
C#
D
Bm
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ High [D] on a mountain _ in western Montana, _ _
[Bm] _ a silhouette moves across a cinnamon [A] sky.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[G] Riding along on a horse he called Music, [A] _ [Bm] with a song on his lips _ and a tear [A] in his [D] eye. _ _ _ _
_ And he [Bm] dreams of a time and [G] a lady that loved him, [D] _ _ [Bm] and how he [D]
would sing her a sweet lullaby.
[C#] _ _
_ [A] _ [D] But we don't [Bm] ever ask him, and [G] he never talks about her.
[D] _ _ _ [Bm] I guess [D] it's better to just [A] let it [D] slide.
_ _ But he sang, [G] ooh, _ _ [D] to the lady, _ _ _ _
[G] ooh, _ he made [D] some pride.
_ [G] _ [A] _ [D] Now he rides away [Bm]
on a [G] horse he called [D] Music, _ [Bm] with a pain in [D] his heart [A] and a tear in [D] his eye.
Now _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ he rode [Bm] the music [G] from Boston to [D] _ Bozeman, [Bm] but not too much [D] money, _ way too much [A] ride. _
[C#] _ _ [D] But those [Bm] were the days [G] when a horse [D] he called Music [Bm] jumped through [D] the moon [A] and sailed across the [D] sky.
_ _ _ _ Now all [Bm] that's left is [G] a time worn [D] old cowboy with [Bm] nothing [D] more than a sweet bye [A] and I.
_ _ _ _ [D]
Trailing [Bm] along [G] is a horse with [D] no rider, _ [Bm] _ a horse he [D] called Memories, _
[A] that she [D] used to ride.
_ And he [G] sang, ooh, _ _ to the lady, _ _ _ _ ooh, _ they damn [D] near lay down and [G] die.
_ _ [D]
Now he [Bm] rides away [G] on a horse he called [D] Music, _ _ [Bm] _ with a [D] pain in his heart _ [A] and a tear [D] in his eye. _ _
_ _ _ High [Bm] on a mountain [D] in western Montana, _ _ [Bm] two crosses cut _ [A] through a cinnamon [D] sky,
_ _ _ marking the place [G] where a horse he called [D] Music [Bm] lays with a cowboy in the [A] sweet by [D] and by.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ High [D] on a mountain _ in western Montana, _ _
[Bm] _ a silhouette moves across a cinnamon [A] sky.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[G] Riding along on a horse he called Music, [A] _ [Bm] with a song on his lips _ and a tear [A] in his [D] eye. _ _ _ _
_ And he [Bm] dreams of a time and [G] a lady that loved him, [D] _ _ [Bm] and how he [D]
would sing her a sweet lullaby.
[C#] _ _
_ [A] _ [D] But we don't [Bm] ever ask him, and [G] he never talks about her.
[D] _ _ _ [Bm] I guess [D] it's better to just [A] let it [D] slide.
_ _ But he sang, [G] ooh, _ _ [D] to the lady, _ _ _ _
[G] ooh, _ he made [D] some pride.
_ [G] _ [A] _ [D] Now he rides away [Bm]
on a [G] horse he called [D] Music, _ [Bm] with a pain in [D] his heart [A] and a tear in [D] his eye.
Now _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ he rode [Bm] the music [G] from Boston to [D] _ Bozeman, [Bm] but not too much [D] money, _ way too much [A] ride. _
[C#] _ _ [D] But those [Bm] were the days [G] when a horse [D] he called Music [Bm] jumped through [D] the moon [A] and sailed across the [D] sky.
_ _ _ _ Now all [Bm] that's left is [G] a time worn [D] old cowboy with [Bm] nothing [D] more than a sweet bye [A] and I.
_ _ _ _ [D]
Trailing [Bm] along [G] is a horse with [D] no rider, _ [Bm] _ a horse he [D] called Memories, _
[A] that she [D] used to ride.
_ And he [G] sang, ooh, _ _ to the lady, _ _ _ _ ooh, _ they damn [D] near lay down and [G] die.
_ _ [D]
Now he [Bm] rides away [G] on a horse he called [D] Music, _ _ [Bm] _ with a [D] pain in his heart _ [A] and a tear [D] in his eye. _ _
_ _ _ High [Bm] on a mountain [D] in western Montana, _ _ [Bm] two crosses cut _ [A] through a cinnamon [D] sky,
_ _ _ marking the place [G] where a horse he called [D] Music [Bm] lays with a cowboy in the [A] sweet by [D] and by.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _