They sacrificed, so I could have a better share
They fed me and nursed me and sent me to school
Momma taught me how to sing, Daddy lived the Golden Rule
When I think of the children alone in play
Abandoned and wild like a fatherless child
I think of my Momma and how she could sing
Harmony with my Daddy, our laughter would ring.
Down the highway, on the beaches
Just as far as memory reaches
I still hear Daddy singin' his ol' Army songs
We laugh and count horses as we drove along.
We were young then, we were together
We could bear floods and fire and bad weather
And now that I'm older, grown up on my own
I still love Momma and Daddy best, my Idaho home.
Momma grew up on the prairies of Kansas
She was tender and sweet.
The dust and tornadoes surround her
But they left her straight up on her feet.
My Daddy grew up on his own, more or less
His Momma died when he was just eleven.
He had seven sisters to raise him.
But he dreamed of his Momma in heaven.
His Daddy drank whiskey and had a sharp eye.
He sold chicken medicine farmers would buy.
Together they hunted the fields and the farms
When his daddy died, my Daddy rested in my Momma's arms
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"My Idaho Home" as written by Ronee Blakley
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