My Idaho Home - Ronee Blakley

Mama and Daddy raised me with love and care

They sacrificed, so I could have a better share

They fed me and nursed me and sent me to school

Mama taught me how to sing, Daddy lived the Golden Rule

When I think of the children alone and afraid

Abandoned and wild like a fatherless child

I think of my Mama and how she could sing

Harmony with my Daddy, our laughter would ring

Down the highways, on the beaches

Just as far as memory reaches

I still hear Daddy singin' his old Army songs

We’d 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 Mama and Daddy best, my Idaho home

Mama grew up on the prairies of Kansas

She was tender and sweet

The dust and tornadoes blew round her

But they left her straight up on her feet

My Daddy grew up on his own, more or less

His Mama died when he was just eleven

He had seven sisters to raise him

But he dreamed of his Mama 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 Mama’s arms

Down the highways, on the beaches

Just as far as memory reaches

I still hear Daddy singin' his old Army songs

We’d 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 Mama and Daddy best, my Idaho home