Lyrics: Hank Williams Jr.. Blizzard.

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 supper time
Oh, I know those hot biscuits'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