The Blizzard Lyrics by Jim Croce
There’s a blizzard comin’ on, how I’m wishin’ I was home
For my pony’s so weak he cannot stand
Music Lyrics Source
There’s a blizzard comin’ on, how I’m wishin’ I was home
For my pony’s so weak he cannot stand
It’s All Over, Mary Ann LyricsYou′ll know you’re a man when you meet Mary Ann
If you only hear the sound of her breathing
Hard Times Be Over Lyrics{Ingrid Croce}
Mr. Baker used to be a big executive
I’m not a dream
Not an angel
Smoke another cigarette, have another drink or two
Sit by the telephone ’til morning
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me