The Blizzard lyrics

There's a blizzard 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

It's only seven miles to Mary Ann

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 Ann

It's only five more miles to Mary Ann

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 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 you if I can

All right, Dan, perhaps it's best if we 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

They found him there at dawn

He'd have made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan

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

He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann

• Artist:Jim Reeves
• Album:Tall Tales and Short Tempers (1961)