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 northern 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

You can bet we're on her mind
For it's nearly Christmastime
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
It's only five more miles to Mary Anne

That wind's howling and it seems
Mighty like a woman's screams
So we'd best be moving faster if we can
Dan, just think about the barn
With the 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, you ornery cuss
Or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can
Alright, Dan, perhaps it's best
That we stop awhile and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne

Late that night the storm was gone
And they found him there at dawn
He had made it, but he couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes, they found him there on the plains
His hands froze to the reins

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