The Blizzard

There's a blizzard comin' on

How I'm wishin' I was home

For my ponys lame and he can't hardly stand

Listen to that norther sigh

If we dont get home well die

But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann

It's only seven miles to Mary Ann

You can bet were on her mind

For it's nearly supper time

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

Lord my hands feel like they're froze

And theres a numbness in my toes

But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann

It's only five more miles to Mary Ann

That winds howlin' and it seems

Mighty like a woman 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 its only three more miles to Mary Ann

It's only three more miles to Mary Ann

Dan get up you ornery cuss

Or you'll be the death of us

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

All right Dan perhaps it's best

We'll stop a while and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann

It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann

Late that night the storm was gone

And they found him there at dawn

Hed-a-made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan

Yes they found him there on the plains

His hands froze to the reigns

He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann