The Blizzard

There's a blizard comming on, how I'm wishing I was home, for my pony's lame, and he can 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 bisquets in the pan. Lord my hands feel like there 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 scream. And we'd best abe moving faster if we can. Dan just think about that barn, with the hay so soft and warm. For it's only more miles to Mary Ann's, It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's. (Talk--chord in background) 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, if we stop a while and rest. For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's. It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's. (Talk--chord in background.) Late that night the storm was gone, the 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, hands frozen to the reigns. He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann's. He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's. ___________________________________________________________________ Another old cowboy classic, the old men at the VFW love them.