| G | C | G | |
| There's a blizzard comin' and I'm wishin' I wa | s home |
| G | C | |
| For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand |
| G | C | G | |
| Lord my hands feel like their froze and there's | a numb that's in my toes |
| C | E | |
| But it's onl | y seven miles to Maryanne |
| D | G | |
| It's | only seven miles to MaryAnne |
| You can bet we're on her mind for it's nearly suppertime |
| And I know that there's hot biscuits in the pan |
| Listen to that norther sigh if we don't get home we'll die |
| But it's only five more miles to Maryanne |
| It's only five more miles to MaryAnne |
| That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a women's scream |
| And we'd 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 Maryanne |
| It's only three more miles to MaryAnne |
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| Come on Dan get up, you honory cuss or you'll be the death of us |
| I'm so weary but I'll help you, if I can |
| All right, Dan, perhaps it's best we'll just stop a while and rest |
| For it's still another mile to Maryanne |
| It's still another mile to MaryAnne |
| Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn |
| He'd made it but he couln't leave ol' Dan |
| Yes, they found him on the plains his hands frozen to the reigns |
| He was just a hundred yards from Maryanne |
| He was just a hundred yards from MaryAnn |