Songwriters: Murphey Michael, Martin; Cansler, Larry
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
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down it's stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire [x3]
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 [x3]
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire
It's quite a literal ballad, but some people don't catch that it's told from the point of view of a man whose wife has died. He's lost his wife and a horse in the same storm, has now lost a corn crop, and is prepared for his own death.
The lines "Gonna leave sodbustin' behind / Get these hard times ... out of our minds" has always struck me in a way that 400 pages of Grapes of Wrath could not.
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