Willie Nelson - A Horse Called Music album flac

A Horse Called Music is the thirty-seventh studio album by country singer Willie Nelson. The album includes Nelson's last number 1 single, "Nothing I Can Do About It Now", and the single "There You Are", which peaked at on the Billboard country chart. Nothing I Can Do About It Now" (Beth Nielsen Chapman) – 3:17. The Highway" (Tom Conner, Richard Wesley) – 3:55. I Never Cared For You" (Nelson) – 2:25. If I Were a Painting" (Skip Ewing, Don Sampson) – 3:20.

Artist: Willie Nelson. Translations: German. A A. A Horse Called Music. High on a mountain in western Montana. A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky. Riding alone on a horse he called Music. 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. Two crosses cut, through a cinnamon sky.

A Horse Called Music. Written-By – W. Carson. 10. Is The Better Part Over. Nelson. A Horse Called Music ‎(Cass, Album).

Band Name Willie Nelson. Album Name A Horse Called Music. Data de lançamento 1989. Labels Columbia Records CBS Records. 1. Nothing I Can Do About It Now. 2. The Highway. 3. I Never Cared for You. 4. If I Were a Painting. 6. There You Are. 7. Mr. Record Man. 8. If My World Didn't Have You. 9.

A Horse Called Music, 1989. If I Were a Painting, 03:21. There You Are, 03:04. If My World Didn't Have You, 03:42. A Horse Called Music, 04:27. Is the Better Part Over, 03:31.

Album · 1989 · 9 Songs. A Horse Called Music Willie Nelson. Listen on Apple Music. More By Willie Nelson.

Lyrics to "Horse Called Music" song by Willie Nelson: High on a mountain in western Montana A silhouette moves 'cross a cinnamon sky Riding alone on a ho. .But 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 to 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-old worn cowboy With nothin' more than the sweet by-and-by And trailing behind, is a horse with no rider A horse he calls memories that she used to ride