Idaho

All that love all those mistakes

What else can a poor man make?

So, I gave up a life of crime

I gave it to a friend of mine

Something else was on my mind

The only ghost I’m haunted by

I hear her howling down below

Idaho, oh, Idaho

Wolves, oh, wolves, oh, can’t you see?

Ain’t no wolf can sing like me

And if it could then I suppose

He belongs in Idaho

Packs of dogs and cigarettes

For those who ain’t done packing yet

My clothes are packed and I want to go

Idaho, oh, Idaho

Well, out at sea for seven years

I got your letter in Tangier

Thought that I’d been on a boat

'Til that single word you wrote

The single word, it landlocked me

Turned the masts to cedar trees

And the wind to gravel roads

Idaho, oh, Idaho

Turned the wind to gravel roads

Idaho, oh, Idaho