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 norther' 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 you 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 stop awhile and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne

It's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne

Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn

He'd-a made it but he just 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