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