The Blizzard - Chris Ledoux

There’s a blizard coming 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 be 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

(Sang)

It’s still a hundred yards to Mary Ann’s

Late that night the storm was gone

They 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

(Sang)

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann’s…