Black Ice
(c) 2001 by Karen Poston, Pistolgirl Music, BMI
All Rights Reserved

The snow was hangin' in the trees Arlene
Ice was heavy on the road
I was halfway through my Sligo run
Still had a ways to go

I was drivin' with my dim lights on
There was nothin' to be seen
'Cept the swirling of the snow beneath my tires
I guess I was half asleep

So I reached out for the radio
Tuned an a.m. channel in
I was listenin' for a farm report
but it was way up in the morning

I got this preacher out of Louisville
talkin' laying on of hands
He had this funny way of growling in his throat
when he said amen

And he told me
This run will take the best of you tonight
and when it gets down in the teens,
them bridges gonna freeze
So look for black ice

And I saw her to my right right then
soak and wet and 'bout to freeze
A baby girl with little golden curls
An angel in my high beams

I saw the pick-up in the creek below
I saw the guardrail in the ditch
And Jesus weeping in her frozen breath
this side of Pee-Wee Valley bridge....

I cut it hard to the left right then
Just so that little angel knows
I felt the world slip away beneath those eighteen wheels
I didn't want to let it go

I did my damndest not to lock her up
I did my best to gear her down
Last thing I ever heard was your sweet voice
Just as i saw her comin' 'round

And you told me
This run will take the best of me tonight
and when it gets down in the teens,
them bridges gonna freeze
So look for black ice
This run will take the best of me tonight
and when it gets down in the teens,
them bridges gonna freeze
So look for black ice.