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


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

That single word it landlocked me
Turned the masts to cedar trees
And the winds to gravel roads

Idaho oh Idaho