I love those dear hearts and gentle people, 
Who live in my home town. 
Because those dear hearts and gentle people 
Will never ever let you down. 

They read the good Book from Fri' till Monday, 
That's how the weekend goes. 
I've got a dream house I'll build there one day, 
With picket fence and ramblin' rose. 

I feel so welcome each time that I return 
That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown. 
I love the dear hearts and gentle people, 
Who live and love in my home town. 

There's a place I'd like to go and it's Batten, Idaho, 
Where your friendly neighbors smile and say "Hello." 
It's a pleasure and a treat to meander down the street, 
That's why I want the whole wide world to know. 

I love those dear hearts and gentle people, 
Who live in my home town. 
Because those dear hearts and gentle people 
Will never ever let you down.