paroles de chanson The Blizzard - Jim Croce

There's a blizzard comin' on
And I sure wish I was home
For my pony is so weak, he cannot stand
Listen to that norther' sigh
"If we don't get home we'll die"

And it's only seven miles to Mary Anne
And 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 three more miles to Mary Anne
It's only three more miles to Mary Anne

Get up Dan, you ornery cuss
Or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary, but I'll help ya if I can
Alright Dan, maybe it's best
If we stop a while and rest

For we're just a hundred yards from Marry Anne
We're just a hundred yards from Marry Anne

Late that night the storm was gone
And they found them there at dawn
He'd have made it, but he just couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes, they found him there on the plains
His hands were frozen right to the reins

And he was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne