Way Out In Idaho

	  		
verse 1 
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I was walking around in Denver 
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One luckless rainy day, 
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When Kilpatrick's mancatcher 
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Came up to me and did say 
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I'll lay you down five dollars 
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Quickly as I can 
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If you'll hurry up and catch the train, 
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She's starting from Cheyenne. 

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Way out in Idaho, 
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Way out in Idaho, 
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A-workin' on the narrow gauge 
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Way out in Idaho.
 

verse 2 
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Well he laid me down five dollars, 
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Like many another man, 
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And I hurried to the depot 
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As happy as a clam 
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When I got to Pocatello 
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My troubles begin to grow, 
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I was waitin' in the sagebrush 
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The rain, the wind, the snow. 

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Way out in Idaho, 
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Way out in Idaho, 
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A-workin' on the narrow gauge 
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Way out in Idaho.
 

verse 3 
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When I got to American Falls, 
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It was there I met Fat Jack, 
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He kept a little hotel tent 
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Along beside the track. 
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Now says he, you are a stranger, 
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Perhaps your funds are low, 
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Well yonder stands me hotel tent, 
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The best in Idaho. 

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Way out in Idaho, 
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Way out in Idaho, 
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A-workin' on the narrow gauge 
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Way out in Idaho. 


verse 4 
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Well I followed my conductor 
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Into his hotel tent, 
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And for one square and hearty meal, 
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I paid him my last cent. 
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Now Jack's a jolly fellow, 
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You'll always find him so, 
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A-working on the narrow gauge, 
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Way out in Idaho. 

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Way out in Idaho, 
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Way out in Idaho, 
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A-workin' on the narrow gauge 
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Way out in Idaho.
 

Verse 5 
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Well he put me to work next morning 
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With a cranky cuss called Bill, 
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They gave me a ten pound hammer 
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To strike upon the drill 
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They said if I didn't like it, 
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I could take my shirts and go, 
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And they'd keep my blankets for my board 
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Way out in Idaho. 

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Way out in Idaho, 
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Way out in Idaho, 
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A-workin' on the narrow gauge 
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Way out in Idaho. 


Verse 6 
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Well it filled my heart with pity, 
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As I walked along the tracks, 
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To see so many old bundlers 
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With their packs upon their backs 
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They said the work was heavy, 
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The grub they could not go 
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Around Kilpatrick's dirty tables 
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Way out in Idaho. 

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Way out in Idaho, 
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Way out in Idaho, 
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A-workin' on the narrow gauge 
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Way out in Idaho. 


Verse 7 
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Well, now I'm well and working 
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Down in the harvest camps, 
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And there I will continue 
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Till I make a few more stamps 
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I'll go back to New Mexico, 
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Marry a girl I know, 
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And we'll buy us a horse and buggy 
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And go back to Idaho.