CThere's a blizaC7rd comming oFn,
how I'm wisChing I was home,
for my Cpony's lame, and he can hardly Gstand.
Listen Cto that norther C7sigh,
if we Fdon't get home we'll Cdie.
But it's Gonly seven miles to Mary AmAnn's.
It's Gonly seven miles to Mary CAnn's.
You can Cbet we're on her Cmind,
for it's Fnearly superCtime
and I'll Cbet there's hot biscuits in the Gpan.
Lord, my Chands feel like there C7froze,
and there's a Fnumbness in my Ctoes.
But it's Gonly five more miles to Mary AmAnn's.
It's Gonly five more miles to Mary CAnn's.
That wind's Chowling and it C7seems
mighty Flike a woman's Cscream.
And we'd Cbest a-be moving faster if we Gcan.
Dan just Cthink about that C7barn,
with the Fhay so soft and Cwarm.
For it's Gonly three more miles to Mary AmAnn's,
It's Gonly three more miles to Mary CAnn's.
(Recitativ s akordy)
Dan, get up you or`nery 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,
if we stop a while and rest.
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.
(Recitativ s akordy.)
Late that night the storm was gone,
the 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 jGust a hundred yards from Mary ACnn's.
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