The Blizzard

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There's a blizzard comin' on, how 
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I'm wishin' I was home-

for my pony's lame and he can't 
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hardly stand.

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Listen to that Norther sigh- if we 
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don't get home, we'll die.

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But it's only seven miles to 
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MaryAnn.

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It's only seven miles to MaryAnn.
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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 
MaryAnn.
It's only five more miles to 
MaryAnn.

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 
MaryAnn.
It's only three more miles to 
MaryAnn.

[spoken]
"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 
MaryAnn."
[sung]
 It's still a-hundred yards to 
MaryAnn.