Chords
Idaho

Key: F

Introduction: Dm    Bb    C    G    Dm    Bb    C    G    

difficulty
very easy |||||
                        Dm    Bb    C    G  
                        Dm    Bb    C    G  
                  Dm                    Bb                 C                            G  
In the back of a car on a road in the dark
                  Dm                         Bb                 C                              G  
In the stillicide, silently falling snow
                  Dm                         Bb                            C                    G  
I have packed everything that I own in a bag
                     Dm                            Bb                      C    G  
And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho
 Dm    Bb    C    G)  
 Dm    Bb    C    G)  
     Dm                 Bb                      C                      G  
A poem for leaving, a reason to go
                  Dm                            Bb                      C    G  
So I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho
                        F            Dm         Bb  
'Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me
                F            Dm      Bb  
And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free
                                          Gm            C                                                                         Gm         C  
I don't want to fall a-sleep and watch my life from fifty feet
                                                     Gm                            Bb                      C      F  
My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to Ida-ho
 F    C      F    C)  
                        F                      C              F              C  
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty
          Dm                              Bb                                    C                      G  
And oh, I've been dumb, I've been perfectly beautiful
Dm                      Bb                         C                            G  
Lain on my back buying lovers with stealth
                     Dm                         Bb                            C                    G  
But I'm sick of you all, and I'm sick of opinions
                     Dm                            Bb         C                      G  
And I'm sick of this war I wage on myself
     Dm                                            C                                 Dm                 C-  F-  C  
I don't know why I'm so gripped to go there
     Dm                 C                            Dm            C-  F-  C  
A universe riddle that only I know?
Dm                      Bb                         C                         G  
Mr. Robert says, "It's all in the head!"
                        Dm                                      Bb                         C      G  
Tell me, Phaedrus, what's good, is it Ida-ho?
                        F            Dm         Bb  
'Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me
                F            Dm      Bb  
And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free
                                          Gm            C                                                                         Gm         C  
I don't want to fall a-sleep and watch my life from fifty feet
                                                     Gm                            Bb                      C      F  
My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to Ida-ho
 F    C      F    C)  
                        F                      C              F              C  
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty
 Dm    Bb    C    G)  
 Dm    Bb    C    G)  
 Dm    Bb    C    G)  
 Dm    Bb    C    G)  
                        F                      C              F              C  
'Cause I hear it's mighty pretty...
                C      F  
in Ida-ho.