(C.W. McCall, Fries, Chip Davis)
One cold, black night of a Colorado It snowed on Red Pass We warned ev'rybody the Slide was runnin' An' was a mess But outta the plowshed, a' town Come a blade with a flashin' light We told that "Whatever you do, Beware of the 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 fear 'Cause you don't around with an avalanche, son A lotta men tried, and Yeah, you get plows past Bear Creek Falls, You lookin' at the Slide
Now all a' us around Ouray County Seen a them cold, black nights When the only thing movin' is a big ol' them weird blue lights You drive them around these parts You gotta a real thick hide 'Cause ya never quite what time a' the night You die in the Riverside Slide
Well, it snowed six feet on the mountain that An' we knew what was comin' on An' so did the boy an' his flashin' blue When he rolled that blade outta Well, he took plow up 5-5-Oh An' he felt it lean to one 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 them weird blue lights We found the boy in the early Still settin', the plow on its Yeah, ya never quite know what a' the night You gonna die in the Riverside