Angry Johnny and the Killbillies - The arms of a stranger

In the ^Carms of a ^Gstranger I ^Amwill not find ^Cpeace But ^Cjust for a ^Gwhile Maybe ^Amone night at ^Gleast I'll for^Cget that you ^Gleft me I'll for^Amget that you're ^Cgone And I ^Cwon't feel like dy^Ging un^Amtil the morning ^Gcomes C I'll ^Clove you for^Gever but I ^Amguess it takes ^Ctwo And ^Cyou won't let ^Ganyone ^Am ever love ^Gyou Yes I ^Cknow your sad ^Gstory but it's ^Amtime to get ^Con with this ^Cbusiness of li^Gving 'fore this ^Amshort life is ^Ggone C Now ^Cdays are the ^Gsame I don't ^Amnotice the ^Cweather Don't ^Cknow any^Gthing except ^Amwe're not tog^Gether ^CNothing makes ^Gsense since these ^Amties you have ^Csevered What's a ^Cpoor fool to ^Gdo except ^Amlove you for^Gever C The ^Carms of a ^Gstranger won't ^Amhelp me at ^Call So I ^Csit in my ^Gdarkness just ^Amhoping you'll ^Gcall But ^CI don't hear no ^Gringing No ^AmI don't hear a ^Csound So I ^Copen the ^Gbottle ^Amforce another one ^Gdown The ^Carms of a ^Gstranger won't ^Amhelp me at ^Call So I ^Csit here in the ^Gdarkness just ^Amhoping you'll ^Gcall But ^CI don't hear no ^Gringing No ^AmI don't hear a ^Csound So I ^Copen the ^Gbottle ^Amforce another one ^Gdown ^CI open the ^Gbottle ^Amforce another one ^Cdown ^AmForce another one ^Gdown ^AmForce another one ^Cdown