(Harlan Howard)      There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home   For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand   Listen to that northern sigh if we don't get home we'll die   But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne   Yes, 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   Lord 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   Yes, it's only five more miles to Mary Anne.      That wind's blowin' and it seems mighty like a woman's screams   And we'd best be movin' 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   Yes, it's only three more miles to Mary Anne.      Dan get up your ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us   And I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can   All right Dan perhaps it's best that we'll stop awhile and rest   For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne   Yes, it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne.      Late that night the storm was gone they found him there at dawn   He'd made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan   Yes, they found him there on the plains with his hands froze to the reins   He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne   He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne...