There's a blizzard comin' on, how I'm wishin' I was home For my pony's so weak he cannot stand Listen to that northern sigh, if we don't get home we'll die And it's only seven miles to Mary Anne And 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 there's hot biscuits in the pan Lord, my hands feel like they're froze There's a numbness in my toes But it's only three more miles to Mary Anne It's only three more miles to Mary Anne
Get up Dan, you ornery cuss, or you'll be the death of us I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can Alright Dan, maybe it's best that we stop a while and rest For we're just a hundred yards from Mary Anne We're just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone They found them there at dawn He'd-a made it but he just couldn't leave ol' Dan Yes, they found him there on the plains, his hands were frozen right to the reins He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne He was just a hundred yards from Mary AnneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
