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