The Blizzard

There's a blizzard coming on, how I'm wishing 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's.
It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's.
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 Ann's.
It's only five more miles to Mary Ann's.
That wind's howling and it seems
Mighty like a woman's screams.
And we'd best be moving 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 Ann's
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.
All right Dan, perhaps it's best that we stop awhile and rest.
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.
Late that night the storm was gone
And 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
His hands froze to the reins.
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's.
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's...