Dwight Yoakam - These arms

Oh these ^Aarms that hang here by my side, Yeah these ^Aarms that ache to open ^A7wide. Are useless ^Darms with nothing left to ^Ado, Since these ^Aarms^E stopped holding ^Ayou.

Oh these ^Aarms are worthless now to me, They let you ^Ago so how good could they be? ^A7 Just foolish ^Darms for which I have no ^Aneed, A pair of ^Aarms that grew ^Eweak and set love ^Afree.^{D A}

^E Reaching out to embrace a vacant memory,^{D A E} Finding just the empty space, around what's left of me.^{G A} Two arms that failed completely, ^D Arms both scarred so deeply. ^B7 Keep paying love's costs with each tragic ^Esway.

^E Trying meekly to assist my struggle with the truth.^{D A E} Unable to resist what tears still make us view. ^{G A} Two arms that failed completely, ^D Arms both scarred so deeply. ^B7 Keep paying love's costs with each tragic ^Esway.

Wo-oh these ^Aarms that hang here by my side, ^AWoah these arms that ache to open wide^A7. Two useless ^Darms with nothing left to ^Ado, ^ASince these arms^E stopped holding ^Ayou.^D Since these ^Aarms^E stopped holding ^Ayou. ^{E7 A}