Lyrics:
Theres a blizzard comin' onHow Im wishin' I was homeFor my ponys lame and he can't hardly standListen to that norther sighIf we dont get home well dieBut its only seven miles to Mary AnnIts only seven miles to Mary AnnYou can bet were on her mindFor its nearly supper timeAnd Ill bet theres hot biscuits in the panLord my hands feel like they're frozeAnd theres a numbness in my toesBut its only five more miles to Mary AnnIts only five more miles to Mary AnnThat winds howlin' and it seems Mighty like a woman screamsAnd wed best be movin' faster if we canDan, just think about that barnWith that hay so soft and warmFor its only three more miles to Mary AnnIts only three more miles to Mary AnnDan, get up, you ornery cussOr youll be the death of usIm so weary, but Ill help ya if I canAlright Dan, perhaps its bestThat we stop a while and restFor its still a hundred yards to Mary AnnIts still a hundred yards to Mary AnnLate that night the storm was goneAnd they found him there at dawnHed-a-made it but he just couldnt leave old DanYes they found him there on the plainsHis hands froze to the reignsHe was just a hundred yards form Mary AnnHe was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann