The Blizzard

Jim Reeves

tom:

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There's a blizard comming on, how I'm wishing I was home, 
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for my pony's lame, and he can hardly stand. 
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Listen to that norther sigh, if we don't get home we'll die. 
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But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann's. 
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It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's. 
 
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You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly supertime 
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and I'll bet there's hot bisquets in the pan. 
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Lord my hands feel like there froze, and there's a numbness in my toes. 
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But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann's. 
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It's only five more miles to Mary Ann's. 
 
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That wind's howling and it seems mighty like a woman's scream. 
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And we'd best abe moving faster if we can. 
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Dan just think about that barn, with the hay so soft and warm. 
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For it's only more miles to Mary Ann's, 
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It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's. 
 
 
(Talk--chord in background) 
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'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. 
 
(Talk--chord in background.) 
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. 
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He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's.