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.