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 I¹m haunted by
I hear her howling down below
Idaho oh Idaho

Wolves oh wolves oh can¹t you see?
Ain¹t 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 ain¹t 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 I¹d been on a boat
ŒTil 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