This doesn't sound like it was meant to be a parody of TENNESSEE STUD. Although the structure is similar, the tune is different.


IDAHO SPUD
As recorded by Dennis Coats on "Coats String Band" (2011)

Along about 1975,
I left LA., barely left alive,
An' I like a Texan chewin' his cud,
I traded my tent for the Idaho spud,
Traded my tent for the Idaho spud.

Out on the highway, thumb in the air,
I got me a whiff o' that Idaho air.
After a while, it gets in your blood,
Walkin' an' talkin' like an Idaho spud,
Walkin' an' talkin' like an Idaho spud.

CHORUS: Hey, the Idaho spud's a small fry's dream:
'Taters, 'skeeters, a big trout stream.
You take the smog; we'll take the mud.
We'll get along on the Idaho spud.
We'll get along on the Idaho spud.

I got a sixty-three pickup, a cool wop(?) cap,
Headed for town with a Bible in my lap.
Shaved the hair off the back o' my neck.
I blended right in like a 'tater sack,
Blended right in like a 'tater sack.

Yeah, I met a little girl with a gleam in her eye,
Took her hand and I told her that I
'D never let her go if she took me in.
Together we're a-livin' on 'tater skins.
Together we're a-livin' on 'tater skins.

CHORUS

Up on the mountaintop cuttin' me some trees,
I met me a bear with a case o' hungries.
I thanked the Lord in heaven above
I had a twenty-pound bag of my Idaho spud,
Twenty-pound bag of my Idaho spud.

Well, my truck stopped runnin' and my gas was all gone.
I grabbed my 'taters and I mashed till dawn,
Opened up the tank, I poured in the suds.
I made it on home on the Idaho spuds.
I made it on home on the Idaho spuds.

CHORUS
Oh, we'll get along on the Idaho spud.
Hey, we'll get along on the Idaho spud.