Jim Reeves - 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 supertime
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.
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.
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 froze to the reigns.
He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann`s.
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann`s.