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