In My Arms Once More

When the wind blows o'er the fields

I'll be bound for Santa Fe

I'm gonna lay my trowel and troubles down

Oh the west pulls me away

Broken promise broken bottles

Piled up the floor

Oh to hold you in my arms once more

I don't need your wages man

I don't need your worried mind

All I need's the open road

And my banjo I'll be fine

Broken promise broken bottles

Piled up the floor

Oh to hold you in my arms once more

I'm gonna ride the rails cross the rolling hills

To the setting of the sun

And we'll pass the whiskey round the fire

Until the morning comes

Broken promise broken bottles

Piled up the floor

I'm not the kind of man who stays

Behind an open door

Oh to hold you in my arms

Oh to hold you in my arms

Oh to hold you in my arms once more