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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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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 his stall |
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In a blizzard he was lost |
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Ran calling Wildfire |
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She ran calling Wildfire |
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Calling Wildfire |
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So, 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 an old hoot owl howling |
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Outside my window now, 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 going to ride her |
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We're gonna leave [inaudible] busting behind |
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Get the hard times right on out of our mind |
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Riding Wildfire |
