Some ladies love diamonds, fast cars and freedom.
Trips to the islands, castles in Spain.
Las Vegas card sharks, bluesmen that blow french horns.
But no strings to her heart, just the arms of cocaine.
Yeah she likes to run with us high ridin' cowboys.
She said she feels a whole lot more at home on the range.
She can handle her feelin's and most all situations,
But she just cannot handle the arms of cocaine.
Hey I'm just a rhymer, writin' down new praises.
Lookin' for ladies who know I'm subject to change.
Content to believe in the songs I'm singin'.
Help her find her feelin's, help her break the chains of cocaine.
Oh my lady's special, she's into my kind of music.
She likes Jim Beam and water instead of champagne.
I like Levi's and leathers, making love together,
No more stormy weather since she broke the chains of cocaine.
No more stormy weather since she broke the chains of cocaine.