Willie Nelson – A Horse Called Music

In the vast landscape of country music, few artists have left as indelible a mark as the legendary Willie Nelson. His song, “A Horse Called Music,” released in 1989, is a testament to his enduring talent and unique storytelling ability. As we dive into the world of this iconic tune, let’s unravel the magic woven by Willie Nelson and his unforgettable journey with music.

Did You Know?

Did you know that Willie Nelson, born in Abbott, Texas, in 1933, is not only a prolific singer-songwriter but also a celebrated actor, author, and activist? He’s a true icon of American music, known for his distinctive voice and genre-defying style. With a career spanning over six decades, Nelson has amassed numerous awards, including multiple Grammy Awards. His enduring contributions to country, folk, and outlaw music have made him a beloved figure in the industry.

Now, let’s take a closer look at “A Horse Called Music” and its significance in Willie Nelson’s illustrious career.

Lyrics:

“A Horse Called Music”
(feat. Merle Haggard & Lukas Nelson)

High on a mountain in western Montana
A silhouette moves ‘cross a cinnamon sky
Riding alone on a horse he called Music
With a song on his lips, and a tear in his eyeAnd he dreams of a time, and a lady that loved him
And how he would sing her sweet lullabies
But we don’t ever ask him
And he never talks about her
I guess it’s better to just let it slide

But he sang “ooh” to the ladies
And ooh, he made some sigh
Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eye

He rode the Music from Boston to Bozeman
For not too much money, but way too much ride
But those were the days when a horse he called Music
Could jump through the moon and sail across the sky

Now all that’s left is a time worn old cowboy
With nothin’ more than the sweet by-and-by
And trailing along, is a horse with no rider
A horse he called memories, that she used to ride

And he sang “ooh” to the ladies
And ooh, he made ’em damn near lay down and die
Now he rides away on a horse he called Music
With a pain in his heart and a tear in his eyes

High on a mountain in western Montana
Two crosses cut, through a cinnamon sky
Marking the place where a horse he called Music
Lays with a cowboy in the sweet by-and-by…