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Song
| # | Debut | Chart |
| 3 | Mar '75 | Hot 100 |
Lyrics
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 his stall
In a blizzard, he 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
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
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