I've been up to Jasper and down to Laredo
Some good looking scenery, but it's not much
Compared to the Sawtooths and the White Cloud country
Lewiston on up to Moscow
There's something like the Holy Spirit moving in the mountains
And down in the canyons where the Snake and Salmon flow
When my life's flame is flickering
And my time is running out
I don't care just where you think a soul like mine is will go
I'll be almost to Idaho
Gonna rendezvous with some fine folks I know
Almost to Idaho
Where the rivers run fast and the time moves slow
I'm almost to Idaho
And my old way of thinking
Does not like the thought of me leaving it behind
You can think anything you want
Whether you make a change or not, I finally know my mind
So I'm getting out of this big lonely city
With its hard times hanging like a smoke before my eyes
Spirit down and rolling north
All hope out in the breeze
Like a tattered flag flying for the things I should believe
I'll be almost to Idaho
Gonna rendezvous with some fine folks I know
Almost to Idaho
Where the rivers run fast and the time moves slow
I'm almost to Idaho
Almost to Idaho
