There's a blizzard coming on, how I'm wishing 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 Ann's It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's
You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly supper time And I'll bet there's good hot bisque's in the pan Lord, my hands feel like there froze, there's a numbness in my toes
But, it's only five more miles to Mary Ann's Yes, It's only five more miles to Mary Ann's
That wind's howling and it seems mighty like a woman's scream And we'd best be moving fast if we can Dan just think about that barn with the hay so soft and warm
But it's only three more miles to Mary Ann's It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's
Dan get up 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, perhaps it is best if we stop a while and rest
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's Yes, it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's
Late that night the storm was gone, yes, they found him there at dawn He'd a made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan Yes, they found him there on the plains hands froze to the reigns
He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann's He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann'sTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
