living in your own private Idaho You're living in your own private Idaho Keep off the patio (Your own private Idaho) Keep off the path (Your own private Idaho
of long ago beyond the hill in Idaho (Away beyond the hill in Idaho) where yawning canyons greet the sun (As it smiles above the trees in Idaho) to
What if the sky in Idaho is black and dark? What if the sun in Idaho doesn't set at all? And what if I loved you with all of my heart? And what if my
hear her howling down below Idaho oh Idaho Wolves oh wolves oh can?t you see? Ain?t no wolf can sing like me And if it could then I suppose He belongs in Idaho
I was working at the railroad On the train to Arkansas Last summer, I met a girl She came from nowhere in Idaho I can't get, no no no, just can't get
packed everything that I own in a bag And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho A poem for leaving, a reason to go So I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho '
're a little too high for me And FLA you're just a little too low D.C. you want to be the end of me I think I'm movin' to Idaho I ain't afraid of you,
She says Idaho is calling you home Old friends and lovers Returning the blows Cry me a river Misunderstood (If you're misunderstood) For all ever after
The sun rose on the understay With a click of a switch The sub canopy roared when the Business sign read open in neon lights Climbing vines up desk,
her howling down below Idaho oh Idaho Wolves oh wolves oh can't you see? Ain't no wolf can sing like me And if it could then I suppose He belongs in Idaho
Idaho I ain't afraid of you Oo, people on the outside lookin in Mother Nature shakes, what then what then Oo, people on the outside lookin through she'll shake you to Idaho
to hold so we let it go we were empty, we were hollow shined with everything we were living for and you see your soul like some picture show across Idaho
Smooth land a risin' Eastern Idaho plateau White Cloud's on the horizon As up the highway I go To where the mighty Buffalo Starts its journey to the
flatlands stretch for miles And the mountains touch the sky And the sun always shines Chorus: In Idaho, ohhhh In Idaho, ohhhh In Idaho, ohhhh In Idaho
everything that I own in a bag, And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho, A poem for leaving, a reason to go, So I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho. 'Cause
Tulkojums: Eddy Arnold. Idaho.
Tulkojums: B-52 ir. Privātas Idaho.
Tulkojums: Goodman, Benny. Idaho.
