(Michael Martin Murphy/Larry Cansler)
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She comes down from yellow mountain
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On a dark, flat land she rides
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On a pony she named wildfire
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With a whirlwind by her side
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On a cold Nebraska night
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Oh, they say she died one winter
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And there came a killing frost
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And the pony she named wildfire
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Busted down his stall
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And in a blizzard he was lost
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She ran calling wildfire
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Calling wildfire
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Calling wildfire
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By the dark of the moon I planted
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But there came an early snow
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There¡¯s been a hoot owl howling by my window now
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For six nights in a row
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She¡¯s coming for me I know
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And on wildfire we¡¯re both gonna go
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We¡¯ll be riding with wildfire
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Riding with wildfire
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Riding with wildfire
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On a wildfire we¡¯re gonna ride
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We¡¯re gonna leave sod bustin¡¯ behind
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Let these hard times right out if my mind
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Riding wildfire
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Wildfire
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| Tracy Byrd |
