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