there’s a blizard coming on how i’m wishing i was home
for my pony’s lame and he can 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 supertime
and i’ll bet there’s hot bisquets in the pan
lord my hands feel like there froze
and there’s a numbness in my toes
but 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 scream
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 more miles to mary ann’s
it’s only three more miles to mary ann’s
dan get up you ornery 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 if we stop a while and rest
for it’s still a hundred yards to mary ann’s
sang
it’s still a hundred yards to mary ann’s
late that night the storm was gone
they found him there at dawn
he’damade it but he just couldn’t leave old dan
yes they found him there on the plains
hands froze to the reigns
he was just a hundred yards form mary ann’s
sang
he was just a hundred yards from mary ann’s
Artist: Jim Reeves
Year: 1961
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 129