She comes down from Yellow Mountain On a dark, flat land she rides On a pony she named Wildfire With a whirlwind by her side On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, 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 she was lost
She ran calling Wildfire She ran calling Wildfire She ran calling Wiiiiiillldfire
So 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 Wiiiiildfire Riding Wiiiiiiildfire Riding Wiiiiiiiiiiildfiiiiiire
On Wildfire we're gonna ride Gonna leave sodbustin' behind Get the hard times right on out of our minds Riding Wiiiiiiiildfiiiiiiiiiiiire
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