Some ladies love diamonds   Fast cars and freedom   Trips to the island   Castles in Spain      Las Vegas card sharks   Blues men that blow French harps   But no strings to her heart   Just the arms of cocaine      Yeah, she likes to run   With us high riding cowboys   She says she feels a whole lot   More at home on the range      She can handle her feelings   In most all situations   But she just cannot handle   The arms of cocaine      Hey, I'm just a rhymer   Writing down new phrases   Looking for ladies   Who know I'm subject to change      Content to believing   The songs I am singing   Help her find her feelings   Help her break the chains of cocaine      Oh, my lady is 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