Louis Prima — The Blizzard

There's a blizzard comin' on, how I'm wishin' I was home For my pony's lame and he can't 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 It's only seven miles to Mary Ann You can bet we're on her mind, 'cause it's nearly supper time And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan Lord, my hands feel like their froze, there's a numbness in my toes But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann It's only five more miles to Mary Ann That winds howlin' and it seems, mighty like a woman's scream We best be movin' faster, if we can Dan, just think about that barn, with that hay so soft and warm It's only three more miles to Mary Ann It's only three more miles to Mary Ann "Well Dan, get up, you awnry cuss, or you'll be the death of us Well I'm so weary, I'll help ya', if I can Well, alright Dan, perhaps it's best, that we stop awhile and rest For it's still a-hundred yards to Mary Ann" It's still a-hundred yards to Mary Ann Well, late that night the storm was gone And they found 'im, there at dawn Well, he'd a-made it, but he just couldn't leave 'ol Dan Yes, they found him there On the plains, with his hands froze to the reins He was just a-hundred yards from Mary Ann He was just a-hundred yards from Mary Ann