She grew up in Idaho right next door to me
A tall country girl soft and fine
By the time she was 20 she had them driving in from Boise
And her daddy used to tell them, Now you stay in line
Her eyes were kind of hazy, she seemed far away, she used to say the world it is mine
And i still can remember the night she left old Denver
It was 9 o'clock and raining mountain time
I make my living shingling leftover houses
And at night I play the pinball machine
And I take all my meals at Denny's down on Main Street
I heard from downtown that she married very well
To a man who sells sorrow for gain
And she flies the jets from Rome to San Moretz
While my windshield wipers fight this Idaho rain

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