Chris LeDoux

Thereâs a blizzard cominâ on How Iâm wishinâ I was home
For my ponyâs lame and he canât hardly stand
Listen to that Norther sigh If we donât get home weâll die
But itâs only 7 miles to Mary Ann Only 7 miles to Mary Ann
You can bet weâre on her mind ÎCuz itâs nearly suppertime
And Iâll bet thereâs hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like their froze Thereâs a numbness in my toes
But thereâs only 5 more miles to Mary Ann Only 5 more miles to Mary
That windâs howlinâ and it seems Mighty like a womanâs screams
We best be movinâ faster if we can
Dan, just think about that barn with that hay so soft an warm
Itâs only 3 more miles to Mary Ann Itâs only 3 more miles to Mary
Spoken:
Dan, get up you ornery cuss or youâll be the death of us
Well, Iâm so weary but Iâll help ya if I can
Well, all right Dan, perhaps itâs best that we stop a while and rest
Weâre still a hundred yards from Mary Ann
Itâs still a hundred yards to Mary Ann
Well late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
Well, heâd a made it but he just couldnât leave old Dan
Yes, they found him there on the plains 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