The Blizzard

The Blizzard - The Hillbilly Five

There's a blizzard

Coming on how

I'm wishing I was home

For my pony's lame

And he can't hardly stand

Listen to that

Norther sigh

If we don't get

Home we'll die

But it's only seven

Miles to Mary Ann's

It's only seven

Miles to Mary Ann's

You can bet we're

On her mind

For it's

Nearly suppertime

And I'll bet there's

Hot biscuits in the pan

Then just think about the farm

And the hale soft and warm

It's only five

More miles to Mary Ann's

It's only five more

Miles to Mary Ann's

That wind's howling

And it seems

Mighty like a

Woman's screams

And we'd best be

Moving faster if we can

Low my hands

Feel like a froze

And ther a numbs

In my toe's

It's only three

More miles to Mary Ann's

It's only three more

Miles to Mary Ann's

Late that night

The storm was gone

And they found him

There at dawn

He'd a made it but

He just couldn't

Leave old Dan

Yes they found him

On the plains

His hands froze

To the reins

He was just a hundred

Yards from Mary Ann's

He was just a hundred

Yards from Mary Ann's