The Blizzard

There s a blizzard comin on and 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


Spoken the rest of the way:
You can bet we re on her mind for it s gettin just about suppertime
Oh I know those hot biscuits re in the fryin 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 a 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 all that hay so soft and warm
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 we ll stop just a little while and rest
For it s still another mile to Mary Anne it s still another mile to Mary Anne

Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He d have made it but he couldn t leave ol Dan
Yes they found him out there on the plains his hands were frozen to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne