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, IdahoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
