Album: Ten Rounds
Tracy Byrd ЁC Lyrics as sung.
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
And there came a killing frost
And the pony she named wildfire
Busted down his stall
And in a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling wildfire
Calling wildfire
Calling wildfire
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 with wildfire
Riding with wildfire
Riding with wildfire
On a wildfire we're gonna ride
We're gonna leave sod bustin' behind
Let these hard times right out if my mind
Riding wildfire