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