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 a killing frost And the pony she named Wildfire Busted down its stall In a blizzard he was lost She ran calling Wildfire She ran calling Wildfire She ran calling Wildfire By the dark of the moon I planted But there came an early snow Theres been a hootowl howling by my window now For six nights in a row Shes coming for me, I know And on Wildfire were both gonna go Well be riding Wildfire Well be riding Wildfire Well beiding Wildfire On Wildfire were gonna ride Gonna leave sodbustin behind Get these hard times right on out of our minds Riding Wildfire You might also likeWell be riding Wildfire
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