Michael Murphy - Wildfire

^GShe comes down from Yellow^C Mountain ^GOn a dark, flat land she^C rides ^AmOn a pony she named^D Wildfire ^AmWith a whirlwind by her^D side ^AmOn a cold Nebraska^D7 night

^GOh, they say she died one^C winter ^GWhen there came a killing^C frost ^AmAnd the pony she named^D Wildfire ^AmBusted down his^D stall ^AmIn a blizzard, she was^D7 lost

^AmShe ran calling^D Wildfire ^AmCalling^D Wildfire ^AmCalling^Am Wi^D7ldf^Amire^{D7 G}

^GSo by the dark of the moon, I^C planted ^GBut there came an early^C snow ^AmBeen a hoot-owl howling outside my window^D now ^Am'Bout six nights in a^D7 row ^AmShe's coming for me, I^D7 know ^AmAnd on Wildfire we're both gonna^D go

^AmWe'll be ridin'^D Wildfire ^AmRidin'^D Wildfire ^AmRidin'^Am Wi^D7ldf^Amire^{D7 G}