The Blizzard

C C7 F C There's a blizard comming on, how I'm wishing I was home, C G for my pony's lame, and he can hardly stand. C C7 F C Listen to that norther sigh, if we don't get home we'll die. G Am But it's only seven miles to Mary Ann's. G C It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's. C C7 F C You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly supertime C G and I'll bet there's hot bisquets in the pan. C C7 F C Lord my hands feel like there froze, and there's a numbness in my toes. G Am But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann's. G C It's only five more miles to Mary Ann's. C C7 F C That wind's howling and it seems mighty like a woman's scream. C G And we'd best abe moving faster if we can. C C7 F C Dan just think about that barn, with the hay so soft and warm. G Am For it's only more miles to Mary Ann's, G C It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's.