Gregory Alan Isakov - Idaho

^Edown in the ^Abardo^{C#m A} there was ^Enothing to hold so we ^Alet it g^C#mo ^A we were ^Eempty, we were ^Ahollow^{C#m A} shined with ^Eeverything we were ^Aliving for^{C#m A}

and you^B see your^A soul like some ^Bpicture ^Ashow ^Aacross idaho

we were ^Erunning through the au^Atumn leav^C#mes ^A a couple ^Ekids just wearing ^Aout our jean^C#ms, ru^Anning ^Emary she’s our^A autumn qu^C#meen ^A watch her ^Esmoking cigare^Attes in the stree^C#mt ^A

^Band down she ^Agoes ^Bcold she ^Ablows

^F#mand there’^Es lights up in th^Ae north ^F#mand i aint ^Ewondering where you ^Aare ^F#myeah just ^Elights up in the ^Anorth

now it??^B?s white ^Aas snow watch the ^Bevening ^Aglow across id^Eaho