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 northern sigh if we don't get home we'll die But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne yes 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 yes it's only five more miles to Mary Anne That wind's blowin' 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 yes it's only three more miles to Mary Anne Dan get up your ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us And I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can All right Dan perhaps it's best that we'll stop awhile and rest For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne yes it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne Late that night the storm was gone they found him there at dawn He'd made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan Yes they found him on the plains with his hands froze to the reins He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne --- The Blizzard - Billy Walker