Hank Williams Jr. - Blizzard lyrics
Hank Williams Jr. [Randall Hank Williams] Shreveport, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hank Williams Jr. - Blizzard lyrics]
There's a blizzard comin' on and
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
It's only seven miles to Mary Anne
You can bet we're on her mind
For it's gettin' just about suppertime
Oh I know those hot biscuit's're
In the fryin' 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
It's only five more miles to Mary Anne
That wind's a howlin' 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 all
That hay so soft and warm
It's only three more miles
To Mary Anne it's
Only three more miles to Mary Anne
Dan get up your ornery 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 stop
Just a little while and rest
For it's still another mile to Mary Anne
It's still another mile to Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone and
They found him there at dawn
He'd have made it but he
Couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes they found him out there on the plains
His hands were frozen to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
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
It's only seven miles to Mary Anne
You can bet we're on her mind
For it's gettin' just about suppertime
Oh I know those hot biscuit's're
In the fryin' 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
It's only five more miles to Mary Anne
That wind's a howlin' 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 all
That hay so soft and warm
It's only three more miles
To Mary Anne it's
Only three more miles to Mary Anne
Dan get up your ornery 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 stop
Just a little while and rest
For it's still another mile to Mary Anne
It's still another mile to Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone and
They found him there at dawn
He'd have made it but he
Couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes they found him out there on the plains
His hands were frozen to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne