Blackie and the Rodeo King 

they were just good friends 

Been to every rodeo 

and they rode on every old train 

Blackie lived out her life every night 

trying to sort out the lies that people would 

tell her 

and the Rodeo King was an Indian who 

found the bottle 

a better friend than any old white man 



Through twenty years of fighting 

with the bramas and the horses and the 

women 

Blackie picked him up one night 

he was laying face down in the gutter 

and with her heart on her sleeve 

which life tailored for the street 

she knew that she could talk to him 

and the stories he told her were enough 

for him to hold her 

and her to hold on to him 



Counting scars in one another 

as we watched the level of the 

bottle go around 

Blackie was a beauty 

though why she was was very hard to 

tell 

but the faces the Lord put on us 

are the actions of a heart that love 

can fill 

Heart to heart they're living now 

Blackie and the Rodeo King