The Blizzard

So this weeks 'Song of the Week' is The Blizzard originally sung by Jim Reeves.  I'm embarrassed to say I first heard this song a couple of years ago during Christmas.  It hit a chord for some reason, and every time I hear it I can't help but cry.  I mean not just teary eyed, but full on holding the tears back as best I can.  I'm the kind of person who cries over horses dying in movies, but not always for the people who do.  This is pretty much the same thing.  I can't say I've ever been stuck in a harsh blizzard but as a child I always knew if I ever got lost that my old gray horse would always take me home.  For true horse people horses are more than just an animal we ride, they are our best friend, our confidant, our compass, our portal to a life long gone.  Hell, I'm tearing up right now thinking of that man not abandoning ole' Dan.  So without further adieu, here is;

 The Blizzard
by Jim Reeves
There's a blizzard comin' on how 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 nearly suppertime
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the 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 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 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 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 that we'll just stop awhile and rest
For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne it's still a hundred yeards to Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He had made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes they found him there 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

                      Dan                                            

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