This is the wrong song. The actual lyrics are as follows:
All that love all those mistakes
What else can a poor man make?
But 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, Idaho
Wolves oh wolves oh can't you see?
Ain't no wolf can sing like me
And if it could then I suppose
That 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, Idaho
Well, out at sea for seven years
I got your letter in Tangier
I 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 wind to gravel roads
Idaho, Idaho
This is the wrong song. The actual lyrics are as follows:
All that love all those mistakes What else can a poor man make? But 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, Idaho
Wolves oh wolves oh can't you see? Ain't no wolf can sing like me And if it could then I suppose That 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, Idaho
Well, out at sea for seven years I got your letter in Tangier I 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 wind to gravel roads Idaho, Idaho