Harlan Howard – 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

Lord my hands feel like they’re froze and there’s a numbness in my toes

But it’s only seven miles to Mary Anne it’s only seven miles to Mary Anne

You can bet we’re on her mind for it’s nearly suppertime

And I bet there’s hot biscuits in the pan

Listen to that northern sigh if we don’t get home we’ll die

But it’s only five more miles to Mary Anne it’s only five more miles to Mary Anne

That wind’s 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 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 just stop awhile and rest

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’ve made it but he just couldn’t leave ol’ Dan

Yes they found him out there on the plains his hands froze to the reins

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne