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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When there came a killing frost
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And the pony she named Wildfire
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He 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 outside 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 Wildfire
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Riding Wildfire
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Riding Wildfire
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On Wildfire we're gonna ride
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We're gonna leave sodbustin' behind
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Get these hard times right on out of my mind
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Riding Wildfire
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Wild Fire
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| Tracy Byrd |
