Burial Invocation - The Blizzard lyrics

rate me

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 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

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 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 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 you 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 that we stop awhile and

Rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne

It's still a hundred yeards to Mary Anne

Late that night the storm was gone and they found him

There at dawn

He'd a made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan

Yes, they found him there on the plains his hands

Frozed to the reins

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne