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