The Blizzard Jim Reeves
There's [C]a blizard commin[C7]g on, how I'[F]m wishing I wa[C]s home,
for my [C]pony's lame, and he can hardly [G]stand.
Listen [C]to that norther [C7]sigh, if we [F]don't get home we'll [C]die.
But it's [G]only seven miles to Mary [Am]Ann's.
It's [G]only seven miles to Mary [C]Ann's.
You can [C]bet we're on her [C7]mind, for it's [F]nearly super[C]time
and I'll [C]bet there's hot bisquets in the [G]pan.
Lord my [C]hands feel like there [C7]froze, and there's a [F]numbness in my [C]toes.
But it's [G]only five more miles to Mary [Am]Ann's.
It's [G]only five more miles to Mary [C]Ann's.
That wind's [C]howling and it [C7]seems mighty [F]like a woman's [C]scream.
And we'd [C]best abe moving faster if we [G]can.
Dan just [C]think about that [C7]barn, with the [F]hay so soft and [C]warm.
For it's [G]only more miles to Mary [Am]Ann's,
It's [G]only three more miles to Mary [C]Ann's.
(Talk--chord in background)
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.
Alright dan, perhaps it's best, if we stop a while and rest.
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's.
(Talk--chord in background.)
Late that night the storm was gone, the found him there at dawn.
He'd-a-made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan.
Yes they found him there on the plains, hands froze to the reigns.
He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann's.
He was j[G]ust a hundred yards from Mary A[C]nn's.
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