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
So by the dark of the moon, I planted
But there came an early snow
Been a hoot-owl howling
outside my window now
'Bout 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
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbusting behind
Get the hard times right on
out of our minds
Riding Wildfire
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