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 Its Stall
In A Blizzard He Was Lost
She Ran Calling Wildfire X 3
By The Dark Of The Moon I Planted
But There Came An Early Snow
There's Been A Hoot-Owl Howling By My Window Now
For 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 X 3
On Wildfire We're Gonna Ride
Gonna Leave Sodbustin' Behind
Get These Hard Times Right On Out Of Our Minds
Riding Wildfire