| Song | Wildfire |
| Artist | Tracy Byrd |
| Album | Ten Rounds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Michael Martin Murphy/Larry Cansler | |
| 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 | |
| Theres been a hoot owl howling by my window now | |
| For six nights in a row | |
| Shes coming for me I know | |
| And on wildfire were both gonna go | |
| Well be riding with wildfire | |
| Riding with wildfire | |
| Riding with wildfire | |
| On a wildfire were gonna ride | |
| Were gonna leave sod bustin behind | |
| Let these hard times right out if my mind | |
| Riding wildfire |
| Written: Michael Martin Murphy Larry Cansler | |
| 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 | |
| Theres been a hoot owl howling by my window now | |
| For six nights in a row | |
| Shes coming for me I know | |
| And on wildfire were both gonna go | |
| Well be riding with wildfire | |
| Riding with wildfire | |
| Riding with wildfire | |
| On a wildfire were gonna ride | |
| Were gonna leave sod bustin behind | |
| Let these hard times right out if my mind | |
| Riding wildfire |
| Written: Michael Martin Murphy Larry Cansler | |
| 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 | |
| Theres been a hoot owl howling by my window now | |
| For six nights in a row | |
| Shes coming for me I know | |
| And on wildfire were both gonna go | |
| Well be riding with wildfire | |
| Riding with wildfire | |
| Riding with wildfire | |
| On a wildfire were gonna ride | |
| Were gonna leave sod bustin behind | |
| Let these hard times right out if my mind | |
| Riding wildfire |