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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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When there came a killing frost |
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And the pony she named Wildfire |
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Busted down its stall |
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In a blizard he was lost |
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She ran calling Wildfire |
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She ran calling Wildfire |
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She ran 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 Wildfire |
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We'll be riding Wildfire |
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We'll be riding Wildfire |
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On Wildfire we're gonna ride |
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Gonna leave sodbustin' behind |
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Get these hard times right on out of our minds |
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Riding Wildfire |
