The Blizzard
Written by: H. Howard
Recorded: March 11, 1965 Nashville, Tennessee
Source: Johnny Cash Sings The Ballads of The True West
G C G
There's a blizzard comin' and I'm wishin' I was 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 only 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
Instrumental
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
Writer(s): Harlan Howard
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