The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
Riding a big jet plane
Crying into your sleeve
Cause you miss those lovin' arms
A lullaby keeps on playing
You thinking it's a dream
Cause you miss those lovin' arms
And you got a good mind to pray
They say it’s all part of his plan
But what if he’s got slippery hands?
Well, it's a sad face you wear
Like a burned out sun
Cause you miss those lovin' arms
Think a grown man will care
About his boot lace undone
But you just miss those lovin' arms
Yeah, you miss those lovin' arms
And you got a good mind to pray
They say somebody playing but what if he's got slippery hands
God damn
You're a boy not a man
When you miss those lovin' arms
Well, some day
When you're up there flyin'
And you miss those lovin' arms
It isn't so far away
The sweet lullaby
When you miss those lovin' arms