There's a blizard comming 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 suppertime
and I'll bet there's hot bisquets in the pan.
Lord my hands feel like there froze, and there's a numbness in my toes.
But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann's.
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 abe moving faster if we can.
Dan just think about that barn, with the hay so soft and warm.
For it's only more miles to Mary Ann's,
It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's.
(Talk--chord in background)
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's.