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There's a blizzard comin' on how I'm wishin' I was home |
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For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand |
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Listen to that northern sigh if we don't get home we'll die |
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But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne |
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It's only seven miles to Mary Anne |
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You can bet we're on her mind for it's nearly suppertime |
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And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan |
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Lord, my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes |
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But, it's only five more miles to Mary Anne |
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It's only five more miles to Mary Anne |
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That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's screams |
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And we'd best be movin' faster if we can |
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Dan just think about that barn with that hay so soft and warm |
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For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne |
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It's only three more miles to Mary Anne |
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Dan get up you ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us |
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I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can |
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All right Dan perhaps it's best that we stop awhile and rest |
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For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne |
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It's still a hundred yeards to Mary Anne |
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Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn |
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He'd a made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan |
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Yes, they found him there on the plains his hands frozen to the reins |
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He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne |
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He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne |
