Date: 1/31/98; 7:29:30 PM
From: cowboy@laughlin.net (Ken Bennett)
Subject: "The Blizzard" by "Chris LeDoux"
The Blizzard
by Harlan Howard
As performed by Chris LeDoux
Transcribed by Ken Bennett (cowboy@laughlin.net)
D G D
Thereâs a blizzard cominâ on How Iâm wishinâ I was home
A
For my ponyâs lame and he canât hardly stand
D G D
Listen to that Norther sigh If we donât get home weâll die
A Bm A D
But itâs only 7 miles to Mary Ann Only 7 miles to Mary Ann
D G D
You can bet weâre on her mind ÎCuz itâs nearly suppertime
A
And Iâll bet thereâs hot biscuits in the pan
D G D
Lord my hands feel like their froze Thereâs a numbness in my toes
A Bm A D
But thereâs only 5 more miles to Mary Ann Only 5 more miles to Mary
Ann
G D
That windâs howlinâ and it seems Mighty like a womanâs screams
A
We best be movinâ faster if we can
D G D
Dan, just think about that barn with that hay so soft an warm
A Bm A D
Itâs only 3 more miles to Mary Ann Itâs only 3 more miles to Mary
Ann
Spoken:
D G D
Dan, get up you ornery cuss or youâll be the death of us
A
Well, Iâm so weary but Iâll help ya if I can
D G D
Well, all right Dan, perhaps itâs best that we stop a while and rest
A Bm
Weâre still a hundred yards from Mary Ann
A D
Itâs still a hundred yards to Mary Ann
D G D
Well late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
A
Well, heâd a made it but he just couldnât leave old Dan
D G D
Yes, they found him there on the plains with his hands froze to the
reins
A Bm
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann
A D
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann
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