Lyric These Arms Of Mine

B. R. Hornsby

Well I m walking on the floor
Hanging right round the door
Hoping you will come through
Wanting you to, sweat on my brow
I m no saint
Nothing left but a bad excuse
The heat makes you do things
You might just not do
In your right mind
But you ll do what you do
You can be sure I ll be there

It s gonna take these arms of mine
All that they ve got to hold onto you
All that I know is these arms of mine
Are willing to try to keep hold of you
Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot
A whole, whole, whole lot

Well I m walking the line
Between wrong and right
I could go either way
But now you don t want me to stay
You re so tired of waiting
Well I m no saint
Tried to have my cake and eat it too
But nobody does what you do
Now another wins and I lose
I might deserve to
Now you ll do what you do
Might be too late but I ll tell you

It s gonna take these arms of mine
All that they ve got to hold onto you
All that I know is these arms of mine
Are willing to try to keep hold of you
Gonna hold, hold, hold on
Hold, hold, hold on