The Blizzard

There?a blizzard comin?n How I?wishin? was home For my pony?lame and he can?hardly stand Listen to that Norther sigh If we don?get home we? die But it?only 7 miles to Mary Ann Only 7 miles to Mary Ann You can bet we? on her mind ?uz it?nearly suppertime And I? bet there?hot biscuits in the pan Lord my hands feel like their froze There?a numbness in my toes But there?only 5 more miles to Mary Ann Only 5 more miles to Mary Ann That wind?howlin?nd it seems Mighty like a woman?screams We best be movin?aster if we can Dan, just think about that barn with that hay so soft an warm It?only 3 more miles to Mary Ann It?only 3 more miles to Mary Ann Spoken: Dan, get up you ornery cuss or you? be the death of us Well, I?so weary but I? help ya if I can Well, all right Dan, perhaps it?best that we stop a while and rest We? still a hundred yards from Mary Ann It?still a hundred yards to Mary Ann Well late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn Well, he?a made it but he just couldn?leave old Dan Yes, they found him there on the plains with his hands froze to the reins He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann