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 Ann

It's only seven miles to Mary Ann

You can bet we're on her mind

'Cause it's nearly supper time

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

Lord my hands feel like their froze

There's a numbness in my toes

But there's only five more miles to Mary Ann

It's only five more miles to Mary Ann

That wind's howlin'

And it seems mighty like a woman's screams

We best be movin' faster if we can

Dan just think about that barn with

That hay so soft and warm

It's only three more miles to Mary Ann

It's only three more miles to Mary Ann

Well Dan get up you ornery

Cuss or you'll be the death of us

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

Well all right Dan perhaps

It's best that we stop a while and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann

It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann

Well late that night the storm was gone

And they found him there at dawn

Well he'd a made it

But he just couldn't leave old Dan

Yes they found him there on the plains

With his hands froze to the reins

And he was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann