The Blizzard

There's a blizzard comin' on and I'm wishin' 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 Anne, it's only seven miles to Mary Anne Spoken the rest of the way: You can bet we're on her mind for it's gettin' just about suppertime Oh I know those hot biscuits're in the fryin' 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 a howlin' 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 all that 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 your 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 we'll stop just a little while and rest For it's still another mile to Mary Anne it's still another mile to Mary Anne Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn He'd have made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan Yes they found him out there on the plains his hands were frozen to the reins He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne