~Wildfire~
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire.
Whirlwind by her side.
On a cold Nebraska night.
Oh, they say she died one winter
when there came an early frost
and the pony she named Wildfire
busted down its stall.
In a blizzard she was lost.
She ran calling Wildfire.
Calling Wildfire.
Calling Wildfire.
By the dark of the moon I planted
but there came an early snow.
Been a hoot owl howling outside my window now
for 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.
Riding Wildfire.
We'll be riding Wildfire.
On Wildfire we're gonna ride.
Gonna leave sodbusting behind.
Get these hard times right on out of our minds.
Riding Wildfire.
~Wildfire~
sung by
~Michael Martin Murphey~
Page made by
~JeremiaJohnson~
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