Lyrics:

Theres a blizzard comin' on

How Im wishin' I was home

For my ponys lame and he can't hardly stand

Listen to that norther sigh

If we dont get home well die

But its only seven miles to Mary Ann

Its only seven miles to Mary Ann


You can bet were on her mind

For its nearly supper time

And Ill bet theres hot biscuits in the pan

Lord my hands feel like they're froze

And theres a numbness in my toes

But its only five more miles to Mary Ann

Its only five more miles to Mary Ann


That winds howlin' and it seems

Mighty like a woman 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 Ann

Its only three more miles to Mary Ann


Dan, get up, you ornery cuss

Or youll be the death of us

Im so weary, but Ill help ya if I can

Alright Dan, perhaps its best

That we stop a while and rest

For its still a hundred yards to Mary Ann

Its still a hundred yards to Mary Ann


Late that night the storm was gone

And they found him there at dawn

Hed-a-made it but he just couldnt leave old Dan

Yes they found him there on the plains

His hands froze to the reigns

He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann