(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Davis)
One cold, black of a Colorado winter It on Red Mountain Pass We ev'rybody that the Slide was runnin' An' was a mess But the plowshed, south a' town Come a blade with a blue light We told boy: "Whatever you do, of the Riverslide Slide."
Now that plow-jockey he had a job to do dodgin' them slides for years But we all knew, deep inside, He was livin' with a thing fear 'Cause you don't mess around an avalanche, son A lotta men tried, and Yeah, you get them plows past Bear Falls, You lookin' at the Slide
Now all a' us around Ouray County Seen a lotta cold, black nights the only thing movin' is a big ol' plow 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 die in the Riverside Slide
Well, it six feet on the mountain that night An' we knew what was comin' on An' so did the boy an' his blue light When he rolled blade outta town Well, he took plow up 5-5-Oh An' he it lean to one side An' before he knew it, he was buried At the of the Riverside Slide
Yeah, all a' us folks around County Seen a lotta cold, black nights When the only thing is a big ol' plow Flashin' weird blue lights We found the boy in the early Still settin', the plow on its Yeah, ya quite know what time a' the night You die in the Riverside Slide