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
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