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