The Blizzard by johnn cash 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 mor (azchords.com)
