"THE BLIZZARD"

I figured I'd post this song on my blog AGAIN, because right this moment, as I'm typing this, Washington, D.C. is being hit with the largest blizzard ever recorded in all of the city's entire history.

"THE BLIZZARD"

Recorded by "Gentleman" Jim Reeves

There's a blizzard comin' on.
How I wish that I was home,
For my pony's lame,
And he can't hardly stand.
Listen to that Norther sigh.
If we don't get home, we'll die.
But it's only seven miles
To Mary Anne.
It's only seven miles
To Mary Anne.

You can bet we're on her mind,
For it's nearly suppertime,
And I'll bet there's
Hot biscuits in the pan.
Oh, my hands feel like they're froze
And there's a numbness in my toes.
But it's only five more miles
To Mary Anne.
It's only five more miles
To Mary Anne.

That wind's howling so it seems
Mighty like a woman's screams,
And we'd best be
Moving faster if we can.
Dan, just think about that barn
With that hay so soft and warm,
For it's only three more miles
To Mary Anne.
It's only three more miles
To Mary Anne

Dan, get up from there,
You ornery cuss,
Or you'll be the death of us.
I'm so weary,
But I'll help you if I can.
Well, Dan, perhaps it's best
If we stop a while and rest,
For it's still a hundred yards
To Mary Anne.
It's still a hundred yards
To Mary Anne.

Late that night the storm was gone,
And they found him there at dawn.
He'd have made it,
But he just couldn't leave ol' Dan.
Yes, they found him on the plains
With his hands froze to the reins.
He was just a hundred yards
From Mary Anne.
He died just a hundred yards
From Mary Anne.