Wildfire

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• 8F06 wird von Lisa auf dem Saxophon gespielt

Lyrics

She came down 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 We'll be riding Wildfire We'll be riding Wildfire We'll be riding Wildfire

On Wildfire we're going to ride Gonna leave sodbusting behind Get these hard times right on out of my mind Riding Wildfire