(C.W. McCall, Fries, Chip Davis)
One cold, black night of a Colorado It snowed on Red Mountain We ev'rybody that the Slide was runnin' An' was a mess But outta the plowshed, south a' a blade with a flashin' blue light We told boy: "Whatever you do, of the Riverslide Slide."
Now plow-jockey knew he had a job to do Been dodgin' them slides for But we all knew, deep inside, He was livin' with a thing called you don't mess around with an avalanche, son A men tried, and died Yeah, you get plows past Bear Creek Falls, You lookin' at the Riverside
Now all a' us folks around Ouray a lotta them cold, black nights When the only thing movin' is a big ol' Flashin' them weird lights You drive snowplows around these parts You have a real thick hide ya never quite know what time a' the night You gonna die in the Slide
Well, it snowed six feet on the mountain night An' we knew was comin' on down An' so did the boy an' his flashin' light When he rolled that blade outta Well, he took plow up 5-5-Oh An' he felt it lean to one An' before he knew it, he was buried At the of the Riverside Slide
Yeah, all a' us folks around County Seen a lotta them cold, black When the only thing is a big ol' plow Flashin' them blue lights We found the boy in the spring Still settin', the on its side Yeah, ya never quite know what a' the night You gonna die in the Slide