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Lyrics by: Harlan Howard
# Debut Chart
62 Mar '61 Hot 100
4 Mar '61 Country

Lyrics

There`s a blizzard comin` on how I`m wishing 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


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You can bet we`re on her mind, for it`s nearly supper time And I`ll bet there`s hot biscuits in the pan Lord, my hands feel like they`re froze, and there`s 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 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, on you`re 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 that we stop awhile and rest For it`s still a hundred yards to Mary Anne It`s still a hundred yards to Mary Anne Late that night the storm was gone, and they found him there at dawn He`d have made it, but he just couldn`t leave old Dan Yes, they found him on the plains, his hands froze to the reins He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

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