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The Blizzard - Billy Walker

There's a blizzard comin' on how

I'm wishin' I was home

For my pony's lame and

He can't hardly stand

Listen to that northern sigh

If we don't get home we'll die

But it's only seven miles to mary anne

Yes it's only seven miles to mary anne

You can bet we're on her mind

For it's nearly suppertime

And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the 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

Yes it's only five more miles to mary anne

That wind's blowin' 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

For it's only three more miles to mary anne

Yes it's only three more miles to mary anne

Dan get up your ornery cuss or

You'll be the death of us

And I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can

All right dan perhaps it's best

That we'll stop awhile and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to mary anne

Yes it's still a hundred yards to mary anne

Late that night the storm was gone

They found him there at dawn

He'd made it but he just couldn't leave ol' dan

Yes they found him there on the plains

With his hands froze to the reins

He was just a hundred yards from mary anne

He was just a hundred yards from mary anne