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