The Blizzard

There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home

For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand

Listen to that northern sigh if we don't get home we'll

die

But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne it's only seven

miles to Mary Anne

You can bet we're on her mind for it's nearly

suppertime

And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan

Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a

numbness in my toes

But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne it's only

five more miles to Mary Anne

That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's

screams

And we'd best be movin' faster if we can

Dan just think about that barn with that hay so soft

and warm

For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne it's only

three more miles to Mary Anne

Dan get up your ornery cuss or you'll be the death of

us

I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can

All right Dan perhaps it's best that we'll just stop

awhile and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne it's still

a hundred yeards to Mary Anne

Late that night the storm was gone and they found him

there at dawn

He had made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan

Yes they found him there on the plains his hands froze

to the reins

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne