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