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 couldn`t leave ol` Dan Yes they found him 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
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