Wildfire

(Michael M. Murphey - Larry Cansler)
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 She comes down from Yellow Mountain
 On the dark flat land she rides
 On a pony she named Wildfire
 With a whirlwind by her side.
 On a cold Nebraska night.
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 Oh, they say she died one winter
 When there came a killing frost
 And the pony she named Wildfire he busted down his stall
 And in a blizzard he was lost.
 She went callin' Wildfire, callin' Wildfirem callin' Wildfire.
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 By the dark of the moon I planted
 But there came an early snow
 There's been a hoot owl howlin' by 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, riding Wildfire/
 On Wildfire we'll ride
 we're gonna leave sodbustin' behind
 Get these hard times right on out
 Of our minds riding Wildfire...