Wildfire
(Michael Murphey/L. Cansler)
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
A whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
They say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire
Calling Wildfire
Calling Wildfire
So by the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot owl howling outside my window now
Six nights in a row
She's coming for me I know
And on Wildfire
We're both gonna go
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sod busting behind
Got the hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire
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