Idaho - Josh Ritter

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