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