Johnny Cash - The Blizzard lyrics
[Johnny Cash - The Blizzard lyrics]
There's a blizzard coming on and
I'm wishing I was home
For my pony's lame and
He can't hardly stand
Lord my hands feel like their froze and
There's a numb that's in my toes
But it's only seven miles to Maryanne
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
Biscuit's 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 howling and it seems
Mighty like a women's scream
And we'd best be moving 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
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 old 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 MaryAnne
I'm wishing I was home
For my pony's lame and
He can't hardly stand
Lord my hands feel like their froze and
There's a numb that's in my toes
But it's only seven miles to Maryanne
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
Biscuit's 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 howling and it seems
Mighty like a women's scream
And we'd best be moving 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
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 old 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 MaryAnne