Текст: Hank Williams Jr.. Arms of Cocaine.

Some ladies love diamonds
Fast cars and freedom
Trips to the island
Castles in Spain
Las Vegas card sharks
Blues men that blow french harps
but no strings to her heart
just the arms of cocaine.

Yeah she likes to run
With us high riding cowboys
She says she feels a whole lot
More at home on the range
She can handle her feelings
In most all situations
She just can not handle
The arms of cocaine


Hey I'm just a rhymer
Writing down new phrases
Looking for ladies
Who know I'm subject to change
Content to believing
The songs I am singing.
Help her find her feelings
Help her break the chains of cocaine



Oh my lady is special
She's into my kind of music
She likes Jim Beam and water
Instead of champange
I like Levi's and leathers
Making love together
No more stormy weather
Since she broke the chains of cocaine

No more stormy weather
Since she broke the chains of cocaine