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 

I'm out at sea for seven years 
I got your letter in Tangier 
I thought that I¹d been on a boat 
Till 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

Turned the wind to gravel roads
Idaho oh Idaho