Because there can't be too many threads about Michael Murphey's Wildfire.

No, no… it’s “cause there ain’t no one four to give you no pain”. See, they hate kids.

I wonder what we’ll be doing by the time they get to Phoenix? Will I still be a lineman for the county?

The Hoot Owl is not to be confused with the Hoot Gibson, which comes with an onion instead of an olive.

Presented for your amusement is my old take on the song’s chronology of events, because this just isn’t important enough to look up.

  1. there’s a frost and the horse gets out
  2. before they find it, there’s a blizzard and it dies
  3. later the girl goes nuts during another blizzard and she runs out into it calling the horse’s name and dies
  4. he’s getting ready to follow them - there just isn’t a blizzard handy at the moment. He’s waitin’ for it.

Of course, it’s possible that I projected a chronology on it all those years ago. I don’t even remember if it came out while I was in high school or junior high. Other folks’ MMV.

An owl hooting nearby is considered a bad omen by some Native American cultures.

OH and frost rhymes with lost.

[aside]When I lived in Taos, I always got a kick out os seeing MM walking his kid to school in full fringe buckskin regalia. I guess he never knew when he might be required to bust into Wildfire.[/aside]

There is no Yellow Mountain in Nebraska. (although there are some tiny mountains ) Yellow Mountain, AFAIK, is in Appalachia. So when she came down from Yellow Mountain, that was a heck of a lot of dark, flat land she had to ride across.

No, no…it’s about a broken window. There was a subsidiary of 86 Lumber called 14 Glass. But out in the desert, there ain’t no one-four to give you no pane!.

Was the kid his son, David Lee Murphy? David ended up being a pretty darn good singer/songwriter himself.

You forgot the bit about Honey going to play for the Angels.

Don’t forget Wynonna.

Speaking of sod bustin’ in South Boston, I’m convinced that in the Rolling Stones’ version of “Route 66,” Mick Jagger sings “Moscow” instead of “Barstow.”

Well, hell, you may as well throw in Stewball, too.

Witches surround this wisdom man, Riding Wildfire I held his hand. His words of wisdom are mine to keep, Though it is another’s love i seek. I’ll never let go of his memory, He will stay in my heart for eternity. I’ve gladly stumbled into this deep mire, You’ll see me arise in clean white attire. You’ll live to see this tide turn, Loving Love is a lesson learned. Know witch hazel it won’t be long, I’ll be singing in the rain the Master’s song.

You’ll be proud you were loved by me. I will change, I will succeed.

Some zombie threads make my day. This is one… except for the fact that I now have “Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiildfire!” in my head.

Best first post evar!!

The rarely sung 6th verse. After the race and the movie theater.

And I can’t believe nobody corrected me in 2007 by pointing out that Michael Murphey and David Lee Murphy are not father & son. If the different spellings didn’t clue me in, reading my own link should have… :smack:

Marvin Gaye and Zane Grey spelled their names differently from their fathers, so you never know.

I now have an odd mental youtube of David Lee Roth singing WildFire.

“Yeah, I always liked those kind of horse shoes, too. No no no no, don’t take 'em off, leave 'em on. A little more to the right…”