Blackie And The Rodeo King - Willie P. Bennett
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 brahmas 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 must 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