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Wildfire - Graham Blvd.
She comes down
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 and brascal night
Oh they say she died one winter
When there came a chilling 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
Her gonna leave
Cause I by stip behind
Yes he's howl time right all out of a mind
Riding Wildfire
