The Blizzard

There's a blizard coming on

And I'm wishing I was home

For my pony's lame

And he can hardly stand

Lord my hands feel

Like there froze

And there's a numbness in my toes

It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's

You can bet we're on her mind

For it's nearly supertime

And I'll bet there's

Hot bisquets in the pan

Dan just think about

That barn

With the hay so soft

And warm

It's only five more miles

To Mary Ann's

That wind's howling

And it seems

Mighty like a woman's scream

And we'd best be moving

Faster if we can

Listen to that norther sigh

If we don't get home we'll die

It's only three more

Miles to Mary Ann's

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

Alright Dan perhaps it's best

If we stop a while and rest

Just another miles to Mary Ann's

Late that night the

Storm was gone

They found him there at dawn

He'd-a-made it but he

Just couldn't leave old Dan

Yes they found him

There on the plains

Hands froze to the reigns

He was just a hundred

Yards form Mary Ann's

He was just a hundred

Yards from Mary Ann's