Lyrics:

(Harlan Howard)

theres A Blizzard Comin On How Im Wishin I Was Home
for My Ponys Lame And He Cant Hardly Stand
listen To That Northern Sigh If We Dont Get Home Well Die
but Its Only Seven Miles To Mary Anne
yes, Its Only Seven Miles To Mary Anne.

you Can Bet Were On Her Mind For Its Nearly Suppertime
and Ill Bet Theres Hot Biscuits In The Pan
lord My Hands Feel Like Theyre Froze And Theres A Numbness In My Toes
but Its Only Five More Miles To Mary Anne
yes, Its Only Five More Miles To Mary Anne.

that Winds Blowin And It Seems Mighty Like A Womans Screams
and Wed Best Be Movin Faster If We Can
dan Just Think About That Barn With That Hay So Soft And Warm
for Its Only Three More Miles To Mary Anne
yes, Its Only Three More Miles To Mary Anne.

dan Get Up Your Ornery Cuss Or Youll Be The Death Of Us
and Im So Weary But Ill Help You If I Can
all Right Dan Perhaps Its Best That Well Stop Awhile And Rest
for Its Still A Hundred Yards To Mary Anne
yes, Its Still A Hundred Yards To Mary Anne.

late That Night The Storm Was Gone They Found Him There At Dawn
hed Made It But He Couldnt Leave Ol Dan
yes, They Found Him There On The Plains With His Hands Froze To The Reins
he Was Just A Hundred Yards From Mary Anne
he Was Just A Hundred Yards From Mary Anne.