
Lyrics
(Frank French, 1864)
1. They say there is a land,
Where the crystal waters flow
O’er beds of ore of purest gold
Way out in Idaho!
Refrain
Away, Idaho!
We’re coming Idaho;
Our four-horse team
Will soon be seen
Way out in Idaho!
2. We’ll need no sieve or spade,
No shovel, pan or hoe;
The largest chunks lay top of ground,
Way out in Idaho!
3. We’ll face hard times no more,
And want we’ll never know,
When we have filled our packs with gold,
Way out in Idaho!
See also
- Country: Western states (U.S.) / American West
- Form: AB
- Harmony: I IV V chords
- Melody: descending major pentascale
- Meter: 6/8
- Scale: hexachord
- Tones: drmfsl
YouTube
- PDF of song with chords
- MIDI file
- Listen to the melody
