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