THE BLIZZARD
(Harlan Howard)

There's a blizzard coming on
How I'm wishing I was home
My pony's lame and he can hardly stand
Listen to that norther sigh
If we don't get home we'll die
It's only seven miles to Mary Ann
It's only seven miles to Mary Ann.

That wind's howling and it seems mighty like a woman's screams
We'd best be moving faster if we can
Dan, just think about that barn and that hay so soft and warm
It's only 5 more miles to Mary Ann.

You can bet we're on her mind cause its nearly supper time
I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord, my hands feel like they're froze and there's numbness in my toes
But it's only 3 more miles to Mary Ann,
It's only three more miles to Mary Ann.

Dan get up you onery 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 that we stop a while and rest
It's still 100 yards to Mary Ann
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann.

Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He'd have made it but he couldn't leave old Dan,
They found him on the plain with his hands froze to the reins,
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann,
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann. ^^

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Note from Joe Offer: Songfile.com says the songwriter was Harlan Howard. Harlan Howard recorded the song, as did Ed Ames, Jim Reeves, and Chris Ledoux.