Beer, I learned "The Blizzard" from a Marty Robbins album a long time back. Though I can't check whether I'm mistaken, I suspect the above lyrics switched parts of the second and third verses. I remember them as:

2. You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly suppertime,
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan.
That wind's howling, and it seems mighty like a woman's screams
But it's only five more...

3. Oh my hands feel like they're froze, and there's a numbness in my toes,
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...