Wanda Jackson — These Empty Arms

(These empty arms I'll have no more) Empty arms that long for you And they wait, dear, just for you And these arms will stay this way Till you return to them someday Each lonely night, I go to bed I hold the pillow where you used to lay your head Empty arms, but not for long 'Cause my baby is coming home And when he walks through that door These empty arms, I'll have no more (These empty arms) I'll have no more (I'll have no more)