| Idaho, oh, Idaho
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| I’ve been thinking about the letters I wrote
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| It’s been so long, oh, Idaho
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| And I miss all the stories you told
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| Do you still play cards on that table?
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| Oh, while gun smoke fills the silence of the room
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| And all those belly laughs around that old fireplace
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| That’s how I will remember you best
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| Don’t forget me, Virginia
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| Even though your memories are gone
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| Lost in the metal so high and tall
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| But my darling, I’ll remember them all
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| Idaho, you’re just a man
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| Bent and tired from the years
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| Hands are broken from this heavy load you’ve been holding
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| Back down under roots to your little Idaho ago
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| So don’t forget me, Virginia
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| Even though your memories are gone
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| Lost in the metal so high and tall
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| But my darling, I’ll remember them all
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| Do you still play cards on that table?
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| Oh, while gun smoke fills the silence of the room
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| And all those belly laughs around that old fireplace
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| That’s how I will remember you best |