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 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

Written by RITTER, JOSH
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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