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