The Blizzard - Jim Reeves
There's a blizzard comin' on
How I'm wishin' I was home
For my ponys lame and he can't hardly stand
Listen to that norther sigh
If we dont get home well die
But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann
It's only seven miles to Mary Ann
You can bet were on her mind
For it's nearly supper time
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like they're froze
And theres a numbness in my toes
But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann
It's only five more miles to Mary Ann
That winds howlin' and it seems
Mighty like a woman screams
And we'd best be movin' faster if we can
Dan just think about that barn
With that hay so soft and warm
For its only three more miles to Mary Ann
It's only three more miles to Mary Ann
Dan get up you ornery cuss
Or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary but I'll help if I can
All right Dan perhaps it's best
We'll stop a while and rest
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann
Late that night the storm was gone
And they found him there at dawn
Hed-a-made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan
Yes they found him there on the plains
His hands froze to the reigns
He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann