The Blizzard. Jim Reeves.

Seq - Ron Tilden. Kar - Bunty Pritchard Jones. July 2003.

The Blizzard
Words and Music by: Harlan Howard
Performed by: Jim Reeves (1961)
Sequenced by: Ron Tilden

There's a blizzard comin' on,
How I'm wishin' 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 Anne,
It's only seven miles to Mary Anne.

You can bet we're on her mind,
For it's nearly suppertime.
And I'll bet that there's hot biscuits in the pan,

Lord, my hands feel like they're froze
And there's a numbness in my toes,

But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne
It's only five more miles to Mary Anne.

That wind's howlin' and it seems,
Mighty like a woman's screams.
And we best be movin' faster if we can,

Dan, just think about that barn
With that hay so soft and warm,

For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne
It's only three more miles to Mary Anne.

[Spoken] Dan, git up you on'ry 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
that we stop awhile and rest,
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne,

[Sung] It's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne.

[Spoken] Late that night, the storm was gone,
and they found him there at dawn.
He'd have made it, but he just couldn't leave old Dan.

Yes, they found him there on the plains,
his hands froze to the reins.
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne,

[Sung] He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne.

The Blizzard
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