Buck Owens - Arms full of empty

^GJump aboard that silver plane ^CWave at me through that window pane

^GLeft me with my ^D7arms full of ^Gempty Well I'm so sick and tired of getting ^Cup so sick and tired

^GSick old dirty clothes and dirty ^D7dishes ^GI'm tired of all these sleepless nights that ^Cdrive me up to walls

^GTired of having ^D7arms full of ^Gempty

^CDone me wrong and that ain't funny ^GLeft me standing here a looking ^D7silly

^GJump aboard that silver plane ^CWave to me through the window pane

^GLeft me with my ^D7arms full of ^Gempty

I ^Cpromise you that I won't be mad ^GFor I never was one to hold ^D7grudges

^GI ain't had no tender loving ^Ccare since you've been gone ^GI've only had two ^D7arms full of ^Gempty