Theres a blizard coming on, how Im wishing I was home For my ponys lame, and he can hardly stand Listen to that norther sigh, if we dont get home well die But, its only seven miles to Mary Anns Its only seven miles to Mary Anns You can bet were on her mind, for its nearly supertime And Ill bet theres hot bisquets in the pan Lord, my hands feel like there froze And theres a numbness in my toes But, its only five more miles to Mary Anns Its only five more miles to Mary Anns That winds howling and it seems Mighty like a womans scream And wed best be moving faster if we can Dan just think about that barn With the hay so soft and warm For its only more miles to Mary Anns Its only three more miles to Mary Anns Dan get up you ornery cuss, or youll be the death of us Im so weary, but Ill help you if I can Alright Dan, perhaps its best, if we stop a while and rest For its still a hundred yards to Mary Anns You might also likeSang Its still a hundred yards to Mary Anns Late that night the storm was gone They found him there at dawn Hedamade it but he just couldnt leave old Dan Yes, they found him there on the plains Hands froze to the reigns He was just a hundred yards form Mary Anns Sang He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anns...
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