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