Idaho Woods

Desperate man, truth no good

Blind leads blind, devil in the woods

Voiceless wind blowing cold

Sound and fury, white lies told

Don't go to Idaho

There's a place on fire

You know the devil may care

And the devil may dare

And bring the broken souls there

Fallen man, scold and hate

Sin and sinner, what's your fate?

Mud is deep, ocean wide

Rifle's down to your side

Don't go to Idaho

There's a place on fire

You know the devil may care

And the devil may dare

And bring the broken souls there

Bring the broken souls there

And bring the broken souls there

And bring the broken souls there