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
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