My Arms Are Broken Chords & Lyrics - Tim Hawkins
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[VERSE 1-]
last Satur[C]day, my [Cmaj9]friends took me, out on [Am7]their new boat, to [F]water ski.
I didn't[C] know how to, so I[Cmaj9] tried to fake, till they[Am7] hit the gas, and dragged
m[F]e round the the lake.
[CHORUS-]
my arms are b[C]roken, and my [Cmaj9]legs are, too, this is n[Am7]ot a blast, I mean, [F]nobody cares.
my arms ar- [C]Eh, o[Cmaj9]oh, ow [Am7]ow. [F]
[VERSE-]
I rem[C]ember when, not [Cmaj9]long ago, my [Am7]friends took me to ski [F]in the snow.
I got [C]off the lift, and I [Cmaj9]grabbed my poles, and then I [Am7]tumbled down,
and next [F]thing I know.
[CHORUS-]
my arms were [C]broken, and my [Cmaj9]legs were, too, well I [Am7]had no hope, on a black
[F]diamond slope.
my arms were [C]broken, I can't [Cmaj9]forget that day, well I s[Am7]hould have chilled, and
took the [F]bunny hill.
my arms ar- [C]Arrgh!
[BRIDGE-]
If I had [C]just one wish, only [Cmaj9]one demand, is that you'd [Bb]call the nurse, to change
[Am7]my bed pan.
I would do [C]it myself, with my [Cmaj9]own two hands, but I can [Bb]not because my arms are
[Cmaj9]bro-o-ken.
Ehh Aragha!
They're [C]broken.
last Satur[C]day, my [Cmaj9]friends took me, out on [Am7]their new boat, to [F]water ski.
I didn't[C] know how to, so I[Cmaj9] tried to fake, till they[Am7] hit the gas, and dragged
m[F]e round the the lake.
[CHORUS-]
my arms are b[C]roken, and my [Cmaj9]legs are, too, this is n[Am7]ot a blast, I mean, [F]nobody cares.
my arms ar- [C]Eh, o[Cmaj9]oh, ow [Am7]ow. [F]
[VERSE-]
I rem[C]ember when, not [Cmaj9]long ago, my [Am7]friends took me to ski [F]in the snow.
I got [C]off the lift, and I [Cmaj9]grabbed my poles, and then I [Am7]tumbled down,
and next [F]thing I know.
[CHORUS-]
my arms were [C]broken, and my [Cmaj9]legs were, too, well I [Am7]had no hope, on a black
[F]diamond slope.
my arms were [C]broken, I can't [Cmaj9]forget that day, well I s[Am7]hould have chilled, and
took the [F]bunny hill.
my arms ar- [C]Arrgh!
[BRIDGE-]
If I had [C]just one wish, only [Cmaj9]one demand, is that you'd [Bb]call the nurse, to change
[Am7]my bed pan.
I would do [C]it myself, with my [Cmaj9]own two hands, but I can [Bb]not because my arms are
[Cmaj9]bro-o-ken.
Ehh Aragha!
They're [C]broken.
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