Wildfire (Murphey Michael Martin)

She comes down 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 his stall In a blizzard she 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 There's been a hoot owl howlin' 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 She ran calling Wildfire She ran calling Wildfire On Wildfire we're going to ride her We're gonna leave sod bustin' behind Get these hard times right on out of our minds Riding Wildfire